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.