A friend of mine - a Catholic priest - had his personal credit card statements stolen and handed to a newspaper. The newspaper tried to discredit him by (without evidence) inferring it wasn’t his money he was spending.

A good man and an old friend are now ruined. All the good he’s done (reported by the same newspaper at times) now not the first thing people mention when his names come up.

But his gift of himself - his goodness - will always be the first thing I think of.

When we wed the ones we love
You were there; you were with us
When we laid them to their rest,
souls laid bare; you were with us
Birthdays, Easter, Christmas Eve
We took for granted you were with us
How I wish someday there will be more

Oh you’ll never be forgotten
Never far from our hearts;
Oh as long as you journey
Blowing like the wind

When we needed ears to hear
Like the sower, you were with us
We are the seed thrown in your path
We flourish, because you were with us
Let us be like Simon on the road, if you fall, we’ll be with you
The harvest is plenty and the hands
They are few, we’ll be with you

Oh you’ll never be forgotten
Never far from our hearts;
Oh as long as you journey
Blowing like the wind