The bench next to mine in Berkeley Square arrived a few weeks afterward and we sat side by side on the left hand side of the pathway. I often wonder who John F Duggan was and have tried to find out. I’d love to know who else loved Berkeley Square as much as I still do.
Today however I noticed there was a poem stuck to the back of his bench.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always did.
Laugh as we always laughed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be the household word it always was.
Let it be spoken without effort.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was;
There is absolutely unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of your mind because I am out of your sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval,
Somewhere very near just around the corner.
All is well. Nothing is past, nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before,
Better infinitely happier and forever we will all be together with God.
I would love to know who he was. Anyone?