The Angel's looked down from heaven one night. They searched for miles afar And deep within the distance They could see a shining star They knew that very instant That the star was theirs to gain So they took you up to heaven Forever to remain Look down on us from heaven Keep us free from hurt and pain You'll always be within my heart Until we meet again.

Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die. Mary Elizabeth Frye

We hope that you find this tribute to Dennis a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to.

Remembering my dear friend Dennis Crowe. You will be sadly missed. Xx

Gaily into Ruislip Gardens Runs the red electric train, With a thousand Ta’s and Pardon’s Daintily alights Elaine; Hurries down the concrete station With a frown of concentration, Out into the outskirt’s edges Where a few surviving hedges Keep alive our lost Elysium – rural Middlesex again. John Betjeman

I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.