BROTHER BOB

I received the news this morning, Bob, that you had departed from this mortal coil, laying your body down to rest. One of the earliest memories that flooded my mind upon hearing the news was that famous shared meal with Rob, relishing a colossal grilled cheese rarebit at your flat in Twickenham, circa 1979, forever etched in my memory. A substantial slice of crusty white bread topped with a generous slab of cheese—a simple yet a deep profound communion of friendship and sustenance, as we gathered to watch a game of rugby on TV. You were not just a friend, Bob, but a dear friend and brother to me. When I was in your presence I felt so very glad to be alive. Get full access to Tea and Zen - Threads at teaandzen.substack.com/subscribe In the quiet between heartbeats a whisper calls you home, you are not broken you are becoming. These threads of silence and sound are letters from the threshold, offerings from the edge of stillness. Nigel TEA AND ZEN - MAIN LIBRARY DONATE