Adieu

I've been firing on about 3 of my 6 cylinders here at work this week in terms of productivity.  (I'm upgrading to a V-8 next month.)

So obtuse am I at times that it took me until yesterday afternoon to realise that the reason I was a little more enamoured of talking to my wife and reading some blogs of real living people was that I will be attending the funeral of my friend, co-worker and roommate this afternoon.

So far, we estimate that there will be in excess of 100 fellow employees paying homage to our young engineering friend.  So here's a poem I found yesterday to commemorate his passing.

A Reminiscence

YES, thou art gone! and never more
Thy sunny smile shall gladden me;
But I may pass the old church door,
And pace the floor that covers thee.

May stand upon the cold, damp stone,
And think that, frozen, lies below
The lightest heart that I have known,
The kindest I shall ever know.

Yet, though I cannot see thee more,
'Tis still a comfort to have seen;
And though thy transient life is o'er,
'Tis sweet to think that thou hast been.

To think a soul so near divine,
Within a form so angel fair,
United to a heart like thine,
Has gladdened once our humble sphere.

~Anne Brontë