Where do they go to, the people who leave? Are they around us, in the cool evening breeze? Do they still hear us, and watch us each day? I'd like you to think of them with us that way. Where do they go to, when no longer here? I think that they stay with us, calming our fear Loving us always, holding our hands Walking beside us, on grass or on sand. Where do they go to, well it's my belief They watch us and help us to cope with our grief They comfort and stay with us, through each of our days Guiding us always through life's mortal maze.

Thank you for setting up this memorial to Sheryl Sorrell. 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.

I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.