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 in your tone, wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was, let it be spoken without effort, without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner. All is well. The following is an excerpt from Rob MacFadden's tribute to Felicity which concluded the memorial. This is a special time of year when the snow falls and the fire warms. Indeed, this was a type of journey for me that was remarkably comforting and almost like a personal message.