14/02/2026
This is a poem one of our talented employees wrote for our friend and co worker Sam. These are true words and feelings felt by all.
The Price of Love- Jenny Mcdonald. 6/01/2026
They say grief is the price we pay for love,
and if that’s true, then love must be vast.
Because grief doesn’t arrive in one shape,
or one weight,
or on a schedule we can regulate.
It comes in waves.
In the car, mid-journey.
In a saying only they would use.
In something you see and instinctively think,
they would have loved or laughed at that.
We think grief is tied to time,
but often it’s not the length of time
they have been in your life,
but the connection they have made with you.
Human to human.
Spirit to spirit.
Because once someone has touched your life,
they don’t leave cleanly.
They root themselves into moments,
habits,thoughts,
that can sometimes surface without a warning.
And that doesn’t fade.
It follows us, softly, for the rest of our lives.
Not as punishment,
but as proof
that they have left an impression.
Life is short and fleeting,
and we, the living, often forget that,
busy working, sleeping, living.
until a loss reminds us
that people are the point.
To connect.
To notice each other.
To love and care for one another,
even if just briefly.
Because we are not just things, items,commodities.
We are people,
Connected together for a time.
And remembering that,
we remember Sam.
Not defined by a role or a title,
but by a simple human connection.
He was our friend.
He was our colleague.
He was human.
And he was loved.
So we honour him
not just with sorrow,
but by choosing joy where we can.
By living fully in the days we’re given.
By loving and enjoying
while we are alive.
So if grief is the price we pay for love,
we feel it because Sam mattered to us.
Jennifer Jenny McDonald
