Arthur, you were my big brother.
In all senses of the word you were always larger than life. I remember hearing the stories
of the escapades and scrapes that you, Duncan and Waleen had been in whilst growing up.
I remember wishing that I could have been as brave, as adventurous and sure of myself as
you were. You always spoke with a loud, confident voice and always had an opinion and an
idea to back it up.
Your brilliant creative mind came up with all of your marketing genius that shaped your career
in the bank.
As I grew into my twenties and thirties, we all drifted apart. To all ends of the world. Dad, Ray
and then Mom crossed over.
In some ways, many cords were broken. But not the cords between our hearts. I have come to
believe heart cords don’t break. They stretch, get battered and threadbare by time and abuse,
but they hold in any storm.
Our family has those cords, and through all of the time, travel and tribulations, they have stayed strong, despite all odds. Love, I have found, is a strange thing.
It is a shape-shifter that can take many forms. Fit into many versions of the truth. It cannot be seen, but its effects run through our veins and fuel our cells.
It is everywhere, but can seem so hard to find in this world of hide and seek with the truth.
The truth is Arth, I love you.
Whether you are in this world , or journeying into the next. And I will miss your dearly.
The sea was a common love that ran through all of our lives, Dad introduced us to it, warning
us never to turn our back on it.
We never did, and apart from my stretch in London, all have always kept close to the ocean.
Arth, I pray that the big boss will stand behind you ,and guide your ships wheel through all the
seas you travel.
I feel that our heart cords never break, and death is no exception.
Eventually they will lead us all back together, and then what a glorious celebration that will be!!
Go with God, big brother. May the love of the Lord steer your way.
All our love,
John and Kate
