towards the Goblin Ha'
A family friend was laid to rest yesterday: stories shared, moments remembered and farewells spoken silently. He was a true and noble gentleman of the land he farmed and his life, woven within the generations of local kith and kin, touched, and made a difference to many.
"An honest man here lies at rest
As e'er God with his image blest;
The friend of man, the friend of truth,
The friend of age, and guide of youth:
Few hearts like his, with virtue warm'd,
Few heads with knowledge so informed:
If there's another world, he lives in bliss;
If there is none, he made the best of this."
As I reflected back over the years and the times spent in his company - as you often do when a person dies - I remembered happy family events and holidays which, to this day, make me smile. At Ne'er he would always, always catch me out and I would blush as he kissed me on the cheek, caught unawares, gazing at the ceiling at something which was never there. Summers were spent at Ardtaraig on Loch Striven, families brought together and fun had by one an all on the loch, on the hills and in the house over meals and the shove ha'penny board.
Absorbing these memories allowed me to bring to mind once more the importance of family: the value of spending time with our nearest and dearest, celebrating high days and holidays, sharing meals and conversation, creating hi-jinks and hilarity. These are the moments - the memories - that carry us through the day to day, allowing the person to live on through the generations that follow.
So you see, with memories like the ones I hold so dear of this noble gentleman, he lives on, I cannot be sad that he is gone, but instead grateful that I knew him and privileged my life was touched by his.