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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=362664" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In Loving Memory</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A long time ago,1976 to be exact <br>a friend said I should go along <br>to a writing class he had joined. <br>Therefore, I did and met someone, <br>who was to change my life. <br>However, I did not know it at the time. <br>For the first couple of years he was simply my tutor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">However, as the years rolled on, <br>he became my mentor, <br>and most of all my friend. <br>For every year, we knew one another <br>the friendship grew stronger than before. <br>Before I met Maurice, <br>he had published four novels <br>and I have every one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He started with A City Called Holy, <br>next came The Splendour and the Havoc, <br>and then The World and the Flesh, <br>and finally Across the Frontier. <br>He also wrote plays, <br>produced, directed and acted <br>in them with his wife Peggy. <br>When I met him his books <br>were out of print, <br>but through the years, <br>I found them one by one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">After a friendship that lasted <br>over seventeen years Maurice died. <br>However just before he passed away, <br>he told me how his local library <br>had approached him, wanting to know <br>if he had any copies of his books, <br>as they only had one left. <br>He did not and felt sadly about that. <br>As he told me, I made a promise to myself.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not matter how long it took, <br>or how much it would cost, <br>his local library would have, <br>those books of his they did not have. <br>More than ten years passed from the time of his death, <br>until I was finally able to fulfil my promise. <br>I collected through the years <br>the books the library was missing. <br>In January 2006, I presented them to his local library.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was a way of saluting a special friend, <br>helping keep his name alive. <br>I did it because of the special gifts, <br>through the years he gave me. <br>His friendship, his knowledge and help <br>with my writing no one had ever given before. <br>Therefore, any success <br>that I may ever achieve <br>can be contributed to him. <br>A gentleman of words, <br>my tutor, my mentor, <br>and lastly a very kind and special friend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>(For the late Maurice Callard)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Harris">David Harris</a><div class=q>
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a friend said I should go along 
to a writing class he had joined. 
Therefore, I did and met someone, 
who was to change my life. 
However, I did not know it at the time. 
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