Vince Your Dad & I never met. We have common bonds & Rhodesia lives on, in all of us. It will in you & your hounds. Your Dad is now at pain-free peace.

Thinking of you Dad, miss you x x x

There Are No Words There Are No Words - Helen Steiner Rice There are no words ...what can I say? At last his sweet soul winged its way To peace and freedom in the sky Where never again will he suffer or cry. It's all part of God's great plan ... Which remains a mystery to man. We cannot understand His ways Nor can we count our earthly days. But who are we to question and doubt? God knoweth well what He's about; He knew he longed to "go to sleep" Where only angels, a vigil keep. The pain of living grew too great No longer could he stay and wait; He did not want to leave you, dear, But he had finished his work down here. So he closed his eyes and when he awoke, These are the words the Master spoke ... "Welcome, dear child, you are Home at last, And now the burden of living is past." "There's work for you in My Kingdom, sir And you are needed and wanted here." So weep not, he has just gone on ahead, Don't think of him as being dead. He's out of sight for a little while, And you'll miss his touch and his little smile, But you know he is safe in the home above Where there is nothing but Peace and Love. And, surely, you would not deny his peace ... And you're glad that he has found release. Think of him there as a soul that is free, And Home at last, where he wanted to be. Helen Steiner Rice (with minor adaptions)