EMPTY streets, gone to heaven and the fragility of life.

It’s the conversation everywhere.

When the time comes to change our address, pop our clogs, kick the bucket, or to meet our Maker, we are not always given time to say goodbye.

Some very dear people, friends of mine, have just ‘gone to heaven’; suddenly.

They were soundly sure of their after-life destinations, there is, they said, a register in heaven and their names were on it.

The confidence of their faith overcomes the world and the wrongs within it.

Raymond Hall

Isel Rd