We will miss you, Dad! xxx The following poem, which I love, was given to me many years ago by my mother, who spent much of her early life in China and the Far East: TSUI CHI Tired of the long distress, he rose and went away, leaving his earthliness alone in its decay. Crumpled and limp it lay, the frail apparel shed for joy of a new day, left tumbled on the bed as though the risen one, freed from his drear night, with a child’s glee had run naked into the light.

Thank you for setting up this memorial to David Collinwood. 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.

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.