One last thing I wish to add is from my
speech at Hamish's eulogy.
Who can understand the anguish of unrealized
dreams?
What colour would his hair have been? His eyes?
What would his voice have sounded like?
What would he have looked like in his rugby boots or wedding suit?
These dreams will only remain unrealized.
Who can understand the pain of unfulfilled promises?
Where is the child so carefully planned for? So desired? So wanted?
The promise of a child - a child to hold and love...
a child to nourish and watch grow up...
