No pearly gates, or streets of gold,
Angelic choirs,
Or saints of old,
No, I am not there.
 
Go out into the sun,
The wind and the rain,
The meadows and the garden flowers.
I’ll be there.
 
Do not weep, just grasp each other’s hand.
Remember all past joy,
The laughter and the song,
I’ll be there.
 
Do not be sad,
Just carry on,
Do what I would have liked to see you do.
Remember, I will be there to help you journey on.
Yes, I’ll be there
 
With every deed that needs a helping hand.
Some lonely heart,
Just understand
That I’ll be there

This poem was written in memory of Catherine by her granddad, affectionately known to her as ‘Opa’ (German for granddad). It has been used by a number of our friends at the funeral of loved ones. If you would like to use it in the same circumstances, please do so. The poem’s copyright is held by The Catherine Bullen Foundation and if used the trustees would appreciate a donation to the Foundation.