Today I went to the funeral of a friend who fell victim to the current financial crisis.
You and I know that money doesn't matter.
He knew that money doesn't matter.
He was a level-headed gentle family man who worked part-time, by choice, and who was involved in every aspect of his four children's lives.
The demons of the market screwed with his portfolio and the demons of the night screwed with his brain. In a tortuous moment before dawn a week ago he decided that his family would be better off without him.
Today the Minister said it right. We will not talk of celebrating a life, or of God needing him more than us because that is complete and utter rubbish. We needed him here.
RIP
