Stop All The Clocks

Stop All The Clocks

I went to meet a bereaved family last week to find out about the man they loved. While they were telling me about him I had the overwhellming impression of a man who had been a fine and upstanding member of our community and a loyal family man. At the funeral today my intuition was proved right. When over 50 work colleagues turn out for a mans funeral, you know that not only was he well loved by his family but he was also well respected by the community at large. It was very nice to see that so many had taken the trouble to come and say goodbye.

His daughter chose this song for him sung by Nemo Shaw. It’s the beautiful poem by W H Auden, Stop all the Clcoks.