I had the sad task of attending the funeral of a dear Trade Union colleague today.
Hilary Smith was not only a passionate Trade Unionist who resolutely stuck up for her colleagues, but she was a friend who was so helpful and supportive on my transition.
I guess I'm not conventionaly religious, I am torn over whether not to believe in any greater power or to believe in all of the religions in order to hedge my bets! However its at time like these that the framework religion provides comes into its own.
At the service this poem was read out and it just gave me a prod of well needed perspective given my recent whinging state of mind (see last post). It does become bigger and readable if you click on it.
Hilary Smith was not only a passionate Trade Unionist who resolutely stuck up for her colleagues, but she was a friend who was so helpful and supportive on my transition.
I guess I'm not conventionaly religious, I am torn over whether not to believe in any greater power or to believe in all of the religions in order to hedge my bets! However its at time like these that the framework religion provides comes into its own.
At the service this poem was read out and it just gave me a prod of well needed perspective given my recent whinging state of mind (see last post). It does become bigger and readable if you click on it.
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A lovely poem.
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