In the realm of life's unpredictable journey, we find ourselves grappling with the harsh reality of an unforeseen farewell, as if fate played a hand that none of us were prepared for.
Leon’s departure from this world, far sooner than we had hoped, leaves a void that echoes the unfairness of untimely goodbyes.
Cos all of the stars – are fading away
Just try not to worry – you’ll see them someday
Just take what you need – and be on your way
And stop crying your heart out!
As we navigate the uncharted territory of grief - we should lean on each other for support, finding strength in shared memories.
In the face of the unexpected, we can discover a collective resilience that transcends the pain.
Weep if you must,
Parting is Hell,
But life goes on
So sing as well
Leon was a soul vibrant with ambitions, and a reservoir of untapped potential.
It is in this space of unfulfilled promise - that we find ourselves wrestling with the harsh reality of life's unpredictability.
Leon, we shall find you in the grey summer garden, amidst the rain wet roses; the stir of birds wings - and with the morning hills behind you.
I have only slipped away into the next room
I am I - and you are you
Whatever we were to each other - That we are still
Call me by my own familiar name
Speak to me in the easy way you always used
Put no difference into your tone
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
Laugh as we always laughed
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was
Let it be spoken without effort
Without the ghost of a shadow in it
Life means all that it ever was
There is absolute unbroken continuity
What is death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind
Because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you for an interval
Somewhere very near
Just around the corner
Nothing is past; nothing is lost
One brief moment and all will be as it was before
In Leon’s memory we should be inspired to live with purpose, compassion, and a renewed appreciation for the precious gift of time.
And in the spirit of remembrance, we should celebrate a life lived his own way.
For what is a man - what has he got
If not himself - then he has naught
To say the things - he truly feels
And not the words - of one who kneels
The record shows - I took the blows - And did it my way.
Kathy Ashworth
22nd February 2024
Thank you for setting up this memorial to Leon.
We hope that you find it a positive experience developing the site and that it becomes a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to.
Sent by Signature Funerals on 06/02/2024
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland