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'Cuzz' By Chris Slade This new friendship. This journey on which we were just setting out. How will we work it now you've...well...gone? It was going so well. That's the way I saw it anyhow It had only been a year - we two - back in each other's circle... Same planet - different orbit. Though I'll never know now what your thoughts might have been.. This 44 year gap in our 'acquaintance', for that's all you'd ever say it was, ...it closed at dad's (your Uncle Bud's), funeral - as he leapt 'on-flame' to the ether. He didn't half  want to go..."Why don't they just let me slip away?" And then It was you I wanted to know amongst those finger buffet scoffers. Those ribboned aces never knew that Bud just kick-started their Lancasters and 'Spits' at Leconfield and Liberia. Bud's morphine muted passing proved positive,and thankfully at last -  (he might remember now) - he helped kick-star...

I found myself writing this piece of prose/poem about 'what comes next' back in 2008 after the passing of a friend's daughter... Vicky, a life cut tragically short. I'm not a religious person, but feel (and certainly after experiences since my dad passed on) that there is an energy... that those who 'no longer live here with us' can control and are capable of using when their mood - or the happenings here with us tell them that we need a reminder about them... a bit of spiritual guidance maybe... I sent it to Vicky's folks in the hope that it may be read at her funeral in New Zealand... I read it myself at Terry, a cousin's, funeral in Yorkshire and also sent it to a friend, Malcolm, down in Cornwall after his partner/soulmate, Teri passed on in 2010. If anyone wishes to 'adopt' this and to change the lines which are personal to those who have 'moved on', then I would be very pleased - especially if it provides comfort. Don't be fri...