I knew of dear Dick long before I had privilege of meeting him. So glad that he and Christine were able to spend most of last winter with us here in Spain. Dick was a truly special man, a gentleman in the truest sense of the word. It was an honour to have known him however briefly. Love and special memories always, Anne Kemsley xxx. When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget.. I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain; I shall not hear the nightingale Sing on, as if in pain; And dreaming through the twilight That doth not rise nor set, Haply I may remember And haply may forget. Christina Rossetti