Sometimes the sun sets too quickly

Tomorrow I have the sad, but privileged, task of conducting the funeral of a young man just 18 years old.

Graeme died of Duchenes Muscular Dystrophy, though his death was rather sudden and unexpected.

I don't yet know what I am going to say at the service but I think I may use the words of song I wrote many years ago when a friend of mine died at the age of 28. He was always know only by his initials and that's why the title of this song is simply "A.P"

A.P.

He had so much to give,
So much love to give
So much life to live
And a heart full of love.

We saw him growing old,
A young man growing old,
And now the story’s told
Before it had begun.

We hadn’t even time to say goodbye.
He left us, Oh so quickly,
Left us asking why.
And the world kept turning
Like it hadn’t even noticed
He was gone.

Now time keeps moving on
And we’re all moving on,
Living and loving on,
No longer asking why

But we will not forget,
No we can not forget
His love is with us yet
‘cause some things never die.

We hadn’t even time to say goodbye.
He left us, Oh so quickly,
Left us asking why.
And the world kept turning
Like it hadn’t even noticed
He was gone.

(c) Iain D. Cunningham