n.b. This advice from a colleague of many years ago, whose name I do not recall, but whose face and kind words I have never forgotten. I pass them on here, admitting that it not always advice I followed when younger. I pray that when my final stepping out comes I am able to close that door gently.
n.b. For all our possessions and wealth, however great or small, it is no good to us when we have died. A couple of pennies on the eyelids to pay Charon for the crossing to the other side is all we need.
n.b. We gathered to pay respects to one of our own, a fellow Pompey supporter to some, a close friend to a few. We did not know how to do this, but wanted to be togetherat this time, the first available home game.
We met at a pub close to Fratton Park and talked of Martin and touched philosophically on the inevitable.
After a few simple words in memory of this lovely man, we raised our glasses and expressed gratitude for having known him.