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So Henry was...

... A boy, a child, in the best sense of the word. He looked very English with his ruddy cheeks and sandy hair. He wore Barbour jackets and Hunter wellies, tweed and cords. He loved dogs and horses, in fact he was something of a horse healer. He loved adventures and cooking.  When he learned the cancer had spread, he compiled a wish list and put it on FB. I didn't see it, or his last vblog,until I had received the news.FB algorythms are a mystery to me. The wish list included balloon rides and safaris and fabulous meals and flights...He wanted to live. Choked me because one of his wishes was for a meal at Nobu, and had I known, I might have been able to accomodate it, tick one off.  He was 44 when he died.

The night after he died, I dreamed I was in a glorious green garden, with a topiary fountain in front of me and a huge blue and white peacock beside me, the white seemed like some kind of gauze or veil. The peacock spread its tail and was truly magnificent.  So now in my dream lexicon, peacock may be many things, but will always include Henry, life-loving, charming, kind, splendid.

To any passing, make that dream list while you can, and start to fulfil those wishes.

Goodbye Henry.

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