As was before, so will be

Greetings to those who knew Robert personally, Greetings to those who's lives he touched in some way, Greetings to those who found strength and gained a insight into a life shared by family and reluctantly shared by a cruel Mistress known as Motor Neurone Disease.

My name is John, Robert's oldest son, and I thought it high time that I put a little post on here, my brother and I are going to keep this blog running, partly for prosperity of memories and the hopes and aspirations of a man who went before his time.

This is a short post, I am somewhat a simple man, not eloquent with words, but I will say this;

Dad was not a overly religious man, he believed in something, I don't think he bothered much with exactly which maker he was meeting in the end, it was the family around him that comforted him more.

I have my religious views so all I will say this, a stanza out of the Havamal, something for everyone to ponder, this sums up what I, and a lot of people, think of my father

Cattle die, kindred die;

Every man is mortal;

But the good name never dies

Of one who has done well.

Dad did well, he fought right till the bittersweet end, such a relief to be there when he took his last breath, but such sadness also, sadness that he was taken too soon from us all.

Love you Dad, see you again some day.

Far Med Gudane!