Years ago, when me and my brother were little kids hung out at the Edenvale Sports Club and we befriended 2 brothers Marc and Craig Bainbridge. We would just wander around and chill. Somewhere along the line we lost contact with those 2 brothers but we never did forget those times. Last year or the year before the one brother (Craig) was diagnosed with a life threatening cancer and on Friday Craig went on to be with the lord after suffering from system failure. I wont forget those days and Craig I know how much you were loved by the community and may your tragic passing be used to help some of those people you have come across over time to be drawn closer to God. You lived a good life and friends, family and aquantances will never forget you. May you truly rest in peace knowing that all the pain and suffering that you have been through is now no more. I enclose a poem written by C. Henry Scott Holland
Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away to the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
That, we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way
which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me. Pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect.
Without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was.
There is absolute unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you.
For an interval.
Somewhere. Very near.
Just around the corner.
All is well.
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