He who binds to himself a joy,
does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity’s sun rise.
Eternity, by William Blake. A poem that emphasises the friendship that Mu and I enjoyed. A love of spontaneity and possibility. With love from Fran x
Frances
25th May 2020
Thank you for setting up this memorial to Muriel.
We hope that you find it a positive experience developing the site and that it becomes a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to.
Sent by Pendle Funeral Services on 14/05/2020
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland