Will miss our early evening gatherings on Tuesdays at the New Inn, Canterbury, with some of the old staff football group, Henry Claridge, Alan Pack, Gerry Rubin et al. Robert would often cloud over when we talked about footie; but the banter was always good fun. Will look back on those occasions with good memories.

'Do not stand at my grave and weep' with a special end just for Robert: Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I AM WATCHING 'DOCTOR WHO' FROM THE SKY!

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