Michael Graham-Jones

paleo was a resounding success, highlights were definitely “roundtable knights” and “nasser”.

unfortunately, a few days after we got back, Michael passed away (my grandfather)

Michael was a very well loved man, he was an inspiration to huge numbers of people during his life and an impeccable role model to those close to him. He was a traditional gentlemen, a unique article and they are not made like that anymore. His thoughtfulness and presentation have made all of us close to him think about how we conduct ourselves. Having only ever known this side of him I have absolutely nothing but admiration for him and regard him as something near impeccable. I would not say this about anyone else I know.

I regard myself and my situation as most fortunate because it enabled me to be close to Michael for a sustained period of time, which may not have otherwise been possible.

He will be missed


2 thoughts on “Michael Graham-Jones”

  1. My thoughts are with you Tom and all the family.

    La mort n’est rien

    La mort n’est rien,
    je suis seulement passé, dans la pièce à côté.

    Je suis moi. Vous êtes vous.
    Ce que j’étais pour vous, je le suis toujours.

    Donnez-moi le nom que vous m’avez toujours donné,
    parlez-moi comme vous l’avez toujours fait.
    N’employez pas un ton différent,
    ne prenez pas un air solennel ou triste.
    Continuez à rire de ce qui nous faisait rire ensemble.

    Priez, souriez,
    pensez à moi,
    priez pour moi.

    Que mon nom soit prononcé à la maison
    comme il l’a toujours été,
    sans emphase d’aucune sorte,
    sans une trace d’ombre.

    La vie signifie tout ce qu’elle a toujours été.
    Le fil n’est pas coupé.
    Pourquoi serais-je hors de vos pensées,
    simplement parce que je suis hors de votre vue ?
    Je ne suis pas loin, juste de l’autre côté du chemin.

    Canon Henry Scott-Holland (1847-1918), traduction d’un extrait de “The King of Terrors”, sermon sur la mort 1910
    Quelquefois attribué à Charles Péguy, d’après un texte de Saint Augustin

    Death is nothing at all

    Death is nothing at all,
    I have only slipped away into the next room.

    I am I, and you are you.
    Whatever we were to each other that we still are.

    Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me
    In the easy way that you always used.

    Put no difference in your tone,
    Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
    Laugh as we always laughed
    At the little jokes we enjoyed together.

    Play, smile, think of me, pray for me
    Let my name be ever the household word
    That it always was.
    Let it be spoken without effect,
    Without the trace of shadow on it.

    Life means all that it ever meant.
    It is the same as it ever was.
    There is unbroken continuity.
    Why should I be out of mind
    Because I am out of sight?

    I am waiting for you, for an interval,
    Somewhere very near,
    Just around the corner.
    All is well.

    Henry Scott Holland (1847-1918)

    What is Dying?
    A ship sails and I stand
    Watching till she fades on the horizon
    And someone at my side says,

    She is gone.

    Gone where?
    Gone from my sight, that is all.
    She is just as large as when I saw her.
    The diminished size and total loss of sight
    Is in me, not in her,
    And just at the moment
    When someone at my side says

    She is gone

    There are others, who are watching her coming,
    And other voices take up a glad shout

    There she comes!

    And that is dying

    Bishop Charles Henry Brent (1862-1929)

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