Crossing the bar - Alfred Tennyson Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho’ from out our bourne of time and place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crost the bar.

Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland 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. Thank you ever so much for choosing to support the work of the British Lung Foundation by creating this Breath of Life Fund online tribute in loving memory of Mavis Melchior. We hope that you find it a positive experience developing your page and that it becomes a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to. It has been designed to be a truly lasting tribute for perpetuity for future generations to see.