TRIBUTE TO THE LATE ROBERT HOLLAND FROM D/INSPECTOR MARK COLOQUHOUN
Mark Colquhoun
D/Insp 3748 F.I.B. sent just before Bob passed away but Mark asked me to post it here.
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Mark Colquhoun
D/Insp 3748 F.I.B. sent just before Bob passed away but Mark asked me to post it here.
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Bob, I wanted to write to you to say how sorry I am to hear of your illness and to thank you for all your work in seeking to improve the lives of park home residents across the country. Words seem inadequate sometimes and there are occasions such as this when I wish I could be more articulate in how I express myself, but I'll try my best.
In order to live, we all have to die, and while there's very few of us who would want to hasten that event, all of us will have to face it at some point. As a police officer, I've unfortunately seen more death and tragedy than most people should have to. What always stayed with me; the incidents I remember the most were the ones where life was wasted. A young person dying from a drugs overdose; the man killed in a pub over a stupid argument about nothing; the parent killed driving home because they couldn't not answer that mobile phone. Death is easy; it's living that's hard; and even harder to live your life in a way that is worthwhile. In my judgement, the measure of a man, the measure of a life lived, is not the money you amass, the fame you collect or even the skills and talents you have; it's the choices you make; how you spend the time allotted to you and the difference you have made to the lives of others.
If we're lucky we'll perhaps leave this world having touched the lives of those few closest to us. Through your work with congress and park homes, you have gone beyond that to touch the lives of many current and future residents, some of whom will know you, some of whom won't, but all of whom owe you a tremendous debt of gratitude.
I started off by saying how sorry I was to hear of your illness. There is however, no pity in that sentiment. You should be tremendously proud of your achievements, tremendously hopeful of what the future has for park home residents, and while you reach the end of one journey and the start of the commencement of another, feel satisfaction and contentment at a life well lived.
God Bless,
In order to live, we all have to die, and while there's very few of us who would want to hasten that event, all of us will have to face it at some point. As a police officer, I've unfortunately seen more death and tragedy than most people should have to. What always stayed with me; the incidents I remember the most were the ones where life was wasted. A young person dying from a drugs overdose; the man killed in a pub over a stupid argument about nothing; the parent killed driving home because they couldn't not answer that mobile phone. Death is easy; it's living that's hard; and even harder to live your life in a way that is worthwhile. In my judgement, the measure of a man, the measure of a life lived, is not the money you amass, the fame you collect or even the skills and talents you have; it's the choices you make; how you spend the time allotted to you and the difference you have made to the lives of others.
If we're lucky we'll perhaps leave this world having touched the lives of those few closest to us. Through your work with congress and park homes, you have gone beyond that to touch the lives of many current and future residents, some of whom will know you, some of whom won't, but all of whom owe you a tremendous debt of gratitude.
I started off by saying how sorry I was to hear of your illness. There is however, no pity in that sentiment. You should be tremendously proud of your achievements, tremendously hopeful of what the future has for park home residents, and while you reach the end of one journey and the start of the commencement of another, feel satisfaction and contentment at a life well lived.
God Bless,
