Footprints One night I dreamed I was walking Along the beach with the Lord,Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.In each scene I noticed footprints in the sandSometimes there were two sets of footprints. Other times there was only one. This bothered me because I noticed During the low periods of my life when I was Suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat, I could see only one set of footprints. So I said to the Lord, “You promised me, Lord, that if I followed you, You would walk with me always. But I noticed during the most trying periods Of my life there has only been One set of prints in the sand. Why, when I needed you most, Have you not been there for me? The Lord replied, “The times when you have seen only one set of footprints It was then that I carried you.”

Dear Peter Sweet dreams from me to you now and always. I wish you had been there to see us triumph but I know you will be watching. I am looking after Mummy for you and speak to her loads to make sure she is OK. I wanted to say how brave you were, a true gentleman right to the end. I will never forget you and how you have encouraged and helped me with my troubles. You could have turned your back but you were always supportive and that for me is the proof that you were one in a million.I remember when we enjoyed a drink at the Baths in Fortuna and what good fun we had and that is how I will remember you. I miss you and wish you were with us.

If ~ By Rudyard Kipling Poem read out at the funeral. If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you But make allowance for their doubting too, If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream--and not make dreams your master, If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breath a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!" If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much, If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!