
However, I asked Andy Phillipson, a friend of us all and a Bard affiliated to the Order of Bards, Ovates & Druids, who is rapidly becoming the de facto Padre of the CFZ, for a few words to speed Richard on his way to the next stage of the great adventure:
For Richard
Birth, life, death and rebirth
In an eternal circle
Your soul a blessing to this Earth
The wheel has turned, your soul flies free, returning to
spirit
Your rebirth, that you are remembered always by those who
love you
Go well Richard

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 sunlight 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 did not die. Mary Elizabeth Frye
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Farewell Richard.
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