In memory of Jean and Paul

Paul and Jean are a constant source of inspiration to us.

Our charity was formed 25 years ago to honour their memory. We continue to work towards helping children in their name.

Below are three poems – including Jean’s own words for Paul – to show that they are always in our thoughts.

Jean's poem to Paul

I see him now, a quiet boy
Who loved to run and play;
I see him racing in the wind,
I see him every day.

I see him smile, receive his prize,Paul as a young boy with Jean
Then turn to wave to me.
I weep and ask myself again
Why should such things be?

At fourteen years to suddenly
Fall ill and quickly die,
He wasted as I held his hand.
Why should it be? Oh why?

But slowly I have learned to hope
and now I wait to see
Once more the faces that I love
Once more smiling at me.

The quiet boy who ran and played
Who raced into the wind
Who took his prize, then waved his hand
And turned to me and grinned.

'Paul' by Kate Frasier-Robinson

Parties, banquets, balls and races
Unknown and famous friendly faces
Shedding light upon the darkness
Pouring hope into despair.

So many warm hearts beatingPaul as a young boy with Jean
the rhythm of life they share.
Replacing tears with laughter
Bringing happiness and joy.

Joined by a common purpose
in memory of one young boy.
His brief life touched so many
his courage should make us glad
of our chance to answer his question
"Why me? Why me Dad?"

'To those I love' by Islo Pachal Richardson

If I should ever leave you
whom I love
To go along the Silent Way
grieve not,
Nor speak of me with tears,
But laugh and talk
Of me as if I were
beside you there.

(I’d come – I’d come,
could I but find a way!
But would not tears and grief
be barriers?)
And when you hear a song
or see a bird
I loved, please do not let
the thought of me

Be sad... For I am
loving you just as
I always have...
You were so good to me!
There are so many things
I wanted still
To do – so many things
to say to you...

Remember that I
did not fear... It was
Just leaving you
that was so hard to face.
We cannot see Beyond
But this I know:
I loved you so – ’twas heaven
here with you!

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