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The Journey

As I stand on the shore

As I look to the sea

As the waves ripple on

With all that I've been

As the break waters swell

With memories and dreams

As the voice of the ocean

Sings them to me

I look back on the voyage

This journey I've made

The laughter

The tears

The parts I have played

The paths intertwining

With so many others

The friends who've become

Sisters and brothers

The family who've grown

To fulfil all my hopes

Though they've climbed highest mountains

And slid on slipperiest slopes

As the sea washes over

And carries me forth

I journey anew

On a now unknown course

I bid farewell

To those I've enlightened

And set out on a voyage

To a distant horizon

Grimsby, where I'm from, was once the largest fishing port in the world. That was quite some time ago and now, though Grimsby fish is still famous around the world, the industry has dwindled immensely.

My (now ex) wife's paternal grandfather was a merchant seaman. Actually, for a good time, so was her maternal one, but we're talking about her father's side right now. He was a strong, proud man and, when cancer took him as it did his wife, my wife asked me to write something for his funeral. This was that piece. As Grimsby's (and Cleethorpe's too) heritage is so much sea based, the Humanist who carried out the ceremony asked if he could use it for other funerals he carried out.

I was honoured, of course. The same man spoke at my mother's funeral earlier this year and mentioned that he's read it many times since. I hope it brought some comfort.

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