Mortuos Plango: In Memorandum JDS

It is far too late for me to be awake, but a man is dead, and my world's foundations are now a tad too rocky for my tastes at this hour. He was a good man, a loving father, a caring husband. If he was, at times, strict or harsh of word, he was, like so many parents before him, desirable of only the best for his children- wanting them to push themselves to their greatest potential. And, no doubt, he dreamed the dream of all good parents: to be surpassed in acts deeds by one's progeny.

It has been said that "All earthly ills yield to two all-potent remedies: time and silence." The grief that occurs at the death of a parent never disappears, it simply transmutes into an acknowledgement (if not acceptance) of that eternal fact: the centre does not hold, but we who remain must try and make sense of what remains. To those persons most affect in this most trying time, my condolences, indeed, anything I might say may seems hollow, foolish or empty, spoken as they are in a time of grief and pain. Dies Illia, Dies iræ- Day of Mourning, Day of Wrath. But I mean them truly and honestly, and my heart goes out to all of you.

Requiem æternam dona eis, Domine.....