Finally I remember
to light a white candle,
let it burn all the way down,
and speak my favourite
Prayer for the Dead.
I take the photo of his
keen-eyed, smiling face
out of my healing grid.
He is in a new realm now,
needing no earthly healing.
When I come to do my usual
morning ritual, I add a request,
to Bill, to be there in welcome:
the friendly face of one
he called ‘always generous.’
