Away (A poem for our mum) I cannot say and I will not say, That she is dead, she is just away. With a cheery smile and a wave of hand, She has wandered into an unknown land. And left us dreaming how very fair, Its needs must be, since she lingers there. And you – oh you, who the wildest yearn, From the old-time step and the glad return – Think of her faring on, as dear. In the love of there, as the love of here, Think of her still the same way, I say; She is not dead, she is just away. Chosen by Jacqui

Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland I am I and you are you. Whatever we were to each other, that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant; it is the same as it ever was. Thank you ever so much for choosing to support the work of the British Lung Foundation by creating this Breath of Life Fund online tribute in loving memory of British Lung Foundation. We hope that you find it a positive experience developing your page and that it becomes a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to. It has been designed to be a truly lasting tribute for perpetuity for future generations to see.