REQUIEM The song of the birds for a requiem, Mists drifting over the sky Is all that I ask for eternity, When I’ve said the last goodbye … …life is an endless link up Of infinitys’ golden chain And the links that are worn are replaced By those that are strong again. And I hope in the echoing memories, That all of us leave behind, Somewhere a voice will be heard, Saying “I always meant to be kind”. Few of us make the glory, Most of us fall by the way, But to be lovingly remembered by someone Then blessed are they. Francis Annie Hughes

Thank you for setting up this memorial to Michael Anthony. We hope that you find it a positive experience developing the site and that it becomes a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to.

I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.