This poem was read out at the funeral in the movie Four Weddings and A Funeral and I dedicate to a cousin that I love and hold dearly to my heart Joseph Msika Junior. Joe lost his dad on Friday the 20th of June 2008. Joe's dad was a medical doctor and he had just attended to two patients when he just collapsed and died..in the line of duty!!!! When I got to the hospital where BaJoe worked, they had not yet put away his body. My heart broke when I watched them remove his watch and valuables and hand over the rest of his belongings over to Joe ...I wept. Joe's dad loved him and Joe loved him too but his biggest regret right now is that he never got to say it to his dad's face that he loved him even though he did. I choose to believe that he knew that Joe and his other children loved him Rest in Cousin Wilfred aka BaJoe or Blaz the Good Doc Willy. Your son Joe and the entire family will miss you. Funeral Blues By W.H.Auden Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent
“God rewrote the text of my life when I opened the book of my heart to His eyes.” —Psalm 18:24 (The Message Bible) An account of my life events.... Echoes from my heart to the very heart of God....