Randal the Farrier

Roger died today. I think he recognised me yesterday afternoon, he squeezed my hand and tried to talk but was drugged up. I sat with him and marvelled at how well he looked - like Jesus, just a draped loin-cloth, and with his long hair and beard and very clean feet, even a wound in his side, just a bruise but it set me thinking. He was breathing evenly and I could see a strong pulse in his diaphragm. I felt he could live for ever.