It was with great sadness that we got the news that Jim Roberts, my dad, passed away yesterday. He had been sick for a couple of months, but deteriorated quickly over the last two weeks. We are both feeling a bit useless being stuck on the other side of the world. Our thoughts are with his wife, Helen.
A poem by James K Baxter, written for his own father's funeral, eloquently expresses our thoughts about Jim and is an appropriate tribute.
"To my Father"
.... I have loved
You more than my own good, because you stand
for country, pride and gentleness, engraved
in forehead lines, veins swollen on the hand;
Also, behind slow speech and quiet eye
The rock of passionate integrity.
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