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.