"Sunset and evening tide and one last call for me and may there be no mourning at the bar, when I put out to sea". Lyrics by Alfred Lord Tennyson as he comptemplates death.
We know that life is short and we did not come here to stay, so we try to do our best each day. We think of our classmates who or far and near, and think of friendships that are dear. It is with regret that we must say bid them farewell; it's the good things about them that we will remember to tell. (VBW)