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25.01.2022 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ech6pZoBJ4

24.01.2022 A memorial service is to be held in the UK for all of David's family and friends here in the UK. Anyone who knew David is welcome to attend. The service will commence at 2.30pm on 30 January at St Joseph's Church (Coalway Road, Merry Hill, Wolverhampton WV3 7NN). Drinks and sandwiches will be available afterwards at Wightwick & Finchfield cricket club (Castlecroft Road, Wolverhampton WV3 8NA).... Any queries then please feel free to ask me or any member of the family.

23.01.2022 I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope, for hope would be hope for the wrong thing. And wait without love. For love would be love,... of the wrong thing. Yet there is faith. But the faith and the hope and the love, are all in the waiting. And the darkness shall be the light and the stillness the dancing. T.S. Elliot

22.01.2022 Not how did he die, but how did he live? Not what did he gain, but what did he give? These are the units to measure the worth Of a man as man, regardless of birth. Not what was his church, nor what was his creed?... But had he befriended those really in need? Was he ever ready with a word of good cheer. To bring back a smile, to banish a tear? Not what did the sketch in the newspaper say, But how many were sorry when he passed away See more

22.01.2022 Tomorrow my husband's family and friends will be attending his memorial service in Wolverhampton. I am heart broken not to be there but want to thank you all in advance for attending and honouring him. And please know that he is loved, remembered, missed and longed for here, every minute of every day.

16.01.2022 Happy Birthday darling.

16.01.2022 https://linkbeef.com/when-asked-for-advice-on-how-to-deal-/

12.01.2022 Yesterday was Mulvy and I's tenth wedding anniversary. To mark the occasion I visited the place we were married for the first time since our wedding. Painful almost beyond endurance. But had a glass of champagne for us and reminisced with him and tried to remember what a beautiful, happy day it was.

08.01.2022 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LOi_wxypeGc

06.01.2022 To an athlete dying young The time you won your town the race We chaired you through the market-place; Man and boy stood cheering by,... And home we brought you shoulder-high. To-day, the road all runners come, Shoulder-high we bring you home, And set you at your threshold down, Townsman of a stiller town. Smart lad, to slip betimes away From fields where glory does not stay And early though the laurel grows It withers quicker than the rose. Eyes the shady night has shut Cannot see the record cut, And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears: Now you will not swell the rout Of lads that wore their honours out, Runners whom renown outran And the name died before the man. So set, before its echoes fade, The fleet foot on the sill of shade, And hold to the low lintel up The still-defended challenge-cup. And round that early-laurelled head Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead, And find unwithered on its curls The garland briefer than a girl's. Alfred Edward Housman

05.01.2022 When the heart Is cut or cracked or broken Do not clutch it Let the wound lie open Let the wind... From the good old sea blow in To bathe the wound with salt And let it sting. Let a stray dog lick it Let a bird lean in the hole and sing A simple song like a tiny bell And let it ring Let it go. Let it out. Let it all unravel. Let it free and it can be A path on which to travel. ~ Michael Leunig.

04.01.2022 No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. With his first line, CS Lewiss A Grief Observed reacquaints his reader with the physiology of mourning; he brings into each mouth the common taste of private and personal loss. I know something of this, you think. Even if you have not experienced a front line bereavement, such as the loss of partner, parent or child, you have certainly lost something you value: a marriage or a job, an internal organ or some aspect of mi...nd or body that defines who you are. Perhaps you have just lost yourself on your way through life, lost your chances or your reputation or your integrity, or chosen to lose bad memories by pushing them into a personal and portable tomb. Perhaps you have merely wasted time, and seethe with frustration because you cant recall it. The pattern of all losses mirrors the pattern of the gravest losses. Disbelief is followed by numbness, numbness by distraction, despair, exhaustion. Your former life still seems to exist, but you cant get back to it; there is a glimpse in dreams of those peacock lawns and fountains, but youre fenced out, and each morning you wake up to the loss over again. Grief is like fear in the way it gnaws the gut. Your mind is on a short tether, turning round and round. You fear to focus on your grief but cannot concentrate on anything else. You look with incredulity at those going about their ordinary lives. There is a gulf between you and them, as if you had been stranded on an island for lepers; indeed, Lewis wonders whether a grieving person should be put in isolation like a leper, to avoid the awkwardness of encounters with the unbereaved, who dont know what to say and, though they feel goodwill, exhibit something like shame. Hilary Mantel's review of CS Lewis ' A Grief Observed'

01.01.2022 Woke up with this playing in my mind this morning. I wonder how many times Mulvy and I would have danced to this? Many, many times.