July 4, 1925 - September 28, 1966

Ghosts do not say,
"Come, what was your record when you drew breath?"
But a big blot has hid each yesterday
So poor, so manifestly incomplete.
And your bright Promise, withered long and sped,
Is touched; stirs, rises, opens and grows sweet
And blossoms and is you, when you are dead.
                          Charles Hamilton Sorley
                                           from Two Sonnets on Death

In Memory of
Eric Fleming
4th July 1925 - 28th September 1966

        Taken from us so long ago on 28th September 1966,
        The saddest of dates, the darkest of days.

        Your fate cruelly sealed in a far and distant land,
        You would never return to live your dreams.

        The tragedy cannot be forgotten or dismissed
        from the thoughts of those who care.

        My solace is a cowboy from an old TV Western.

        Sleep peacefully, dear Eric
        And know that you are loved and remembered always.

        The brightest star in the heavens.

        Shirley Pearson
        (for 28th September 1999)