Through The Tunnel

As you get older the number of people whom you know that die increases each year. I suppose you get to know more people and as they're all getting older so they slip off the mortal coil.

Yesterday I had another circular e-mail from the organisation I used to work for saying that Peter Prosser had died. He is about my age. He was diagnosed with terminal 'blood cancer' in 2006. I worked with him in the late 1970's and haven't seen him for years. He was a nice bloke.

A couple of weeks ago, another former work colleague (Kevin Sadler), died of 'heart attack'. He was about the same age as me. It seems to be at least two a month that I know, die.

It gets you thinking about your own mortality and what happens when you 'pass over'. I've heard that you get drawn towards a bright tunnel of light where you meet those you love that have gone before.

After a call out, I ended up in Cardiff. I hadn't been to St. Fagans Folk Musuem for a few months so headed there. I went in the back entrance opposite The Plymouth Arms pub. This avoided the dreaded £3.50 car park charge where people were parking in fields, off the A4232 M4 to Cardiff Aiport link road, were being caught before they could enter.

It wasn't long before I came upon this lovely tunnel of foliage. I could see the light at the end but it looked bare, and needed a focal point. I decided to wait and see if someone would enter. About a minute later, I saw the faint outline of a young girl and seized upon my chance of a good focal image. It'd only have been bettered by a lady in a long white flowing dress, an angel?

Well, there we are; a photo tribute to two colleagues who have passed through that tunnel within the past month. Hope I'm not going anytime soon.......got blip photo's to take!