How regrettable that I never knew Roger face to face, but how dear to me are his precious Mum Sheila, sister Shirley, brother Martin, and their families, and knowing them and their love for Roger brings him closer to me than mere blood relationship, and I have a great sense of loss, but no delusion that it is but a poor shadow of the loss for you whose lives he has shared.

Since Roger's deliverance from the pain and prospect of its merely being prolonged by the only possible treatments, the words of Australian poet C.J.Dennis have constantly revisited my mind...

"Now is the healing, quiet hour that fills
   This gay, green world with peace and grateful rest....
Now... The dear, soft darkness comes."

Vale, dear cousin, and as others have so movingly said, Sleep Well.
Phyllis.