POST DEATH — After 17 December 2016…

She's In Your Head

She’s In Your Head

CONFESSIONS OF A BROKEN HEART

 

It is now two years since Ruth’s death…and as you read this many more years are passing; which takes me to what my old teacher, Ross Johnston, said:

 

“…we need to be able to talk about death, we don’t, we don’t want to, but it is part of living. Living and dying is the same thing really. And somehow or rather in our education system, from cradle to grave, we got to be able to insinuate this into what people are hearing, whether it is on television, whether it is digital, or whatever. I don’t know how to do it. But I can see how vital it is, and a person who knows that they are going to die, it is not to be afraid of. There are ways and means. I talk about death a lot because I’m so close to it. I have no hesitation. I call it death, not passing. I am not passing, I’m dying. Monty Python says, ‘Dead! Dead! Dead!’ like the dead parrot.”

 

Time passes but death does not.

 

For those of us who walk in its long shadow, as the time flies by, what is left is only to confess to a broken heart.

 


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Death in Ruth: A Poem

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The Carnival of Love