Many thanks to David Wray for providing this insightful and thought-provoking poem. David’s son Andrew sadly died from Niemann-Pick disease type C in 2000:
“All of this, is now but a receding past – a history enveloped by the swirling mists of passing time – a fading memory of distant fears and aching loss.
Although increasingly remote, these past events still lurk in the shadows of the unconscious mind – they rush to the forefront of everyday thoughts…an explosion of raw pain and hurt carried within a surge of overwhelming sadness.
But life proceeds an fate continues to wield its sword – for those yet untouched and still in youth, we must prepare for when we see its glint, for out of knowledge comes hope and the power to counter what should not be.
And as for ignorance? It shuffles hand in hand with despair…”
