When I left that Sunday night I didn't go away I just moved forward on my own To a shining bright new day. You held my body cold as stone That wasn't really me - Just the bit I didn't need Now that my soul is free. John, this is a few words from a poem when Tom died. 21 years on, I know it to be true. God bless you. Sheilagh x Thanks Sheilagh. Me too. John x