Nearly 4 years on and I have to be honest I don't think of my dad that often. There is no haunting regarding his memory. It is all good. But when I look at his death now it seems so merciful compared to the fate of the widow left behind... My dear mother is surviving but not in any way devoutly to be wished. His elder brother, John, brilliantly announced his own terminal state in his specialist medium the Guardian crossword, and now that the flood of love and eulogies has died down, he has reached a very much more final, state... could even go out on the same day as Peter. I would only wish that my own departure does not involve that bedraggled decline of mind and body that leads to all your decisions and identity being stolen by time... Dad, you were so spoiled in being the first of your six, and to go before your beloved wife.