Auntie Peggie

A brother and a sister who were the best of friends - and their children, who, despite thousands of miles, and many years, still reach out and hold each other as we celebrate their lives.

I was really looking forward to seeing her this summer; armed with a thousand questions about my Dad. I wasn't ready to say goodbye, and I imagine Mom and Dad and Peggie and Glyn and Gladys all sitting around upstairs, enjoying their afternoon tea together. And laughing, as innocently as children.

Somehow, the lyrics to "The Green Hills of Tyrol" seem a fitting lament, as in my heart's eyes, Daddy and Auntie Peggie have returned once more to Hallydown, their childhood home in Scotland, to play together once more on those rocky shores.....

And so this soldier, this Scottish soldier
Will wander far no more and soldier far no more
And on a hillside, a Scottish hillside
You'll see a piper play his soldier home.
He'd seen the glory, he'd told his story
Of battles glorious and deeds victorious
The bugles cease now, he is at peace now
Far from those green hills of Tyrol.