"We'll cross that Bridge when we come to it"
“The bridge was now in sight and strangely you tripped along with a girl-like stride no more the wheeze like organ pipes or agonised breathing as you hurried happily along
We reached the bridge and you crossed to the other side turned round and told me ‘you can’t come’, you 'd said we’d cross that bridge when we came to it but it’s not my time now yours so I waved …goodbye Mum.
I felt no sadness as you faced away with a smile on your face and a levity which I hadn’t seen for many years, perhaps only as a boy; face intent and full of anticipation for what for you was soon to come
An age away from hurt and pain our loss your gain we’ll meet once more on the farther shore over the bridge with happiness … we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it”
Sylvia Joyce Potter 22 May 1934 - 11 November 2008
Greatly loved, greatly missed