Leaving a message on your page tonight John on my 57th birthday. On night duty last night I had to hike in an old pair of wellies shining a torch down a woodland path where an old lady was waiting for a visit. We were being directed by her daughter who lived in the more accessible cottsge up the hill. As I was slipping all over the place I couldnt help but grin thinking about you looking down on me laughing your head off at me and no doubt willing me to fall flat on my backside. I have to say though that the stars were beautiful; it was all so very peaceful other than the sound of the owls amd at that moment in time I felt so close to you. Going to the cemetery today there was a carpet of snowdrops under your cherry tree. So beautiful just like you. We will be lighting our usual candle outside tonight - your dear old dad is just as sentimental as me. For some reason it always helps lighting a candle. When we went to Bakewell recently there was a verse in the Church explaining why a candle is lit. Thought the verse was so apt - I will light a light for the Trinity of Love. God above me God beside me God beneath me. The beginning. the end, the everlasting one. I do not know how to pray. I do not know what to say I do not have much time. So, this candle I light is Something of what I have, Something of my time. Something of myself that I have before the Lord. This light which shines stands for the prayer that I offer even as I leave this place. Love you so much - your silly old mum