Will I see another dawn another night another way for now I'm ticking slow and I'd very much like you to know that I love you I think you know but I'll tell you so
the moon is low the summer's gone my autumn's come farewell to you farewell to every one my life is done my own particular heaven won I see beyond into the dark into the light I'll die tonight
Margaret Ann Waddicor 5th September 2015
A friend of ours died, he took a little Cognac with his favourite cake, painted a little, then went to bed and slept in. This I sent to his daughter and son.