Still Beating…

This morning on the bus, I wrote an entry that I had planned to post here today. It was going to be called, ‘Life’s simple Monday morning pleasures’. The mood for that died not long ago when I found out some devastating news about a close friend of our family, who passed away from brain cancer last night.

The last time that I saw him, as the spirited man I knew, was on my wedding day.

Today, I honour his life, because he was a great man, and a great friend to my father. I saw him a lot throughout my childhood. He had a heart that, in a sense, has not stopped beating.

I send lots of love and support to his family, and I acknowledge a very strong but sweet young man — his son. His heart is just like his late father’s…

To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go

To right the unrightable wrong
To love pure and chaste from afar
To try when your arms are too weary
To reach the unreachable star

This is my quest
To follow that star
No matter how hopeless
No matter how far

To fight for the right
Without question or pause
To be willing to march into Hell
For a heavenly cause

And I know if I’ll only be true
To this glorious quest
That my heart will lie peaceful and calm
When I’m laid to my rest

And the world will be better for this
That one man, scorned and covered with scars
Still strove with his last ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable star