To my dear friend Doom. I remember once asking you to count to 10 to test a telephone line, instead you quoted a poem by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.
The Eagle
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world,he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
vic mcgrath
22nd December 2011
I'm so sorry we never got to see each other again before you had to go off.
hughmcgarry
18th December 2011
Thank you for setting up this memorial to Howard Viant.
We hope that you find it a positive experience developing the site and that it becomes a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to.
9th December 2011