Eleven years, and signing off

Here we are ... 11 years since I (Chris) was in the USA and Ben told me lightheartedly in an email that the little lump on his leg might be cancer. And here, in this blog, the rest of that history is told.

As Lindy said in an earlier post, we think that it is time to close the blog. However, it remains as testimony to Ben and also to the many people who have walked this road with us in lesser or greater ways. We thank you so much for your care.

Below are Ben's nephews. The older ones talk about Ben ... Recently Henry has recounted dreams of Ben. In one of Henry's dreams, Ben did 10 somersaults and God was laughing. We look forward to the day when the pain and sorrows fade away and we can all laugh along together.

Ben's four nephews: Ben and Will, Henry and Liam

Of course, signing off on this blog is not about "moving on"; it is not about forgetting Ben; it is not saying things are all better, or even that "time has healed us". Things will never be the same, in so many ways; and we have been changed. Such is life really; sooner or later and in greater or lesser degrees, it throws us curved balls.

So, to use the old (Scottish) phrase, "we'll meet you in the morning Ben".

Until then, we send our deep gratitude to all who have shared the journey so far with us. We send our wishes that somehow this blog will have enriched your life.

Chris and Lindy

The boys at Los Cocos, Argentina, Jan. 2000. Ben with Matt, Tim, Andy, Pete.