Family Tribute
This is a family tribute page I am currently setting up. It's a work in progress... [08/03/26]
In loving memory of my dad, Harold Kenneth Harvey
[ 6th July 1935 - 18th January 2026 ]
Dad was a supporter of St Catherine's and often played his keyboard at their hospice in Crawley. If you would like to make a donation to St Catherine's, here is a link:
St Catherine's Hospice Donation Page
LEGACY by Jean Margaret Harvey
They’ve called “Last Orders!” and it’s time to go
drink up all that we ever knew of life
the hour’s late — the dregs of joy and woe
linger in the glass — such echoes rife
with bitter-sweet nostalgia — passing dreams
collected in the diary of our years
no absolute conclusion so it seems
to settle doubts arising from old fears
We go out into that unending night
with hope and faith and trust close to our chest
praying these will hold us good and tight
and our last journey lead to perfect rest
we’ve watched so many go this way before
and now it is our turn to face the dark
without a map and search for that far shore
content to know we leave behind our mark
to say we’ve lived and tasted Earth’s best wine
toasted life with family and friends
seen the world and dreamed of things divine
accepting at some point our story ends
and Fate decrees it’s time that we depart
safe harbour lights still burning on and on
like memories to warm each grieving heart
for Love endures long after we are gone
In loving memory of my dad, Harold Kenneth Harvey
[ 6th July 1935 - 18th January 2026 ]
Dad was a supporter of St Catherine's and often played his keyboard at their hospice in Crawley. If you would like to make a donation to St Catherine's, here is a link:
St Catherine's Hospice Donation Page
LEGACY by Jean Margaret Harvey
They’ve called “Last Orders!” and it’s time to go
drink up all that we ever knew of life
the hour’s late — the dregs of joy and woe
linger in the glass — such echoes rife
with bitter-sweet nostalgia — passing dreams
collected in the diary of our years
no absolute conclusion so it seems
to settle doubts arising from old fears
We go out into that unending night
with hope and faith and trust close to our chest
praying these will hold us good and tight
and our last journey lead to perfect rest
we’ve watched so many go this way before
and now it is our turn to face the dark
without a map and search for that far shore
content to know we leave behind our mark
to say we’ve lived and tasted Earth’s best wine
toasted life with family and friends
seen the world and dreamed of things divine
accepting at some point our story ends
and Fate decrees it’s time that we depart
safe harbour lights still burning on and on
like memories to warm each grieving heart
for Love endures long after we are gone