This might not be the best title for Boxing Day.
I can’t get away from it however;
The writing will help me move-on.
Last night I watched a programme about Tommy Cooper.
just like that
He was present through my childhood.
His final day
Summed-up by an appearance on TV
Sunday, 15th April 1985.
I am not sure whether I can remember
Or the news coverage afterwards.
The moment has remained.
Termination of existence.
And this to me is the pain.
I was talking with a colleague, a couple of months ago, about death –
(this a topic central to the lives of physicians),
She said that her preferred exit would be sudden,
Here one moment,
Gone the next.
Just like that.
For me, this is worst form of departure.
Sure, dying, particularly if you are young is never fun,
Especially, if pain or fear are associated.
When the event is pro-trac-ted, you can sort things out;
Have an opportunity to
Kiss your children one last time,
To those you have wronged.
Tidy-up any messes.
A famous Samurai Legend describes the
Reason for barracks being so neat
If you die on the battle-field,
No one will have to clean-up after you.
An anticipated death allows for this,
I think of
Somewhere in Peru,
My dad for that matter,
Although he sensed something wasn’t right,
His departing words,
look after mum.
After the Cooper programme
The Making of Bohemian Rhapsody
Freddie’s old ma
Describing her joy
At purchasing a copy of the single
At the time of its release.
He went gradually,
He faded away
The lot of most.
The average age of a person
When their parents
In the UK
I am reading The Haunting of Hill House;
One of the characters,
Lives through the deterioration and death
Of her mother,
Providing the care
That allows for her own opportunities to fade.
This a quid pro quo
The premature loss of loved ones.
When I was 19,
I remember a fellow student
And his sister
Both of whose parent’s had died
I sometimes think of them;
How do you experience the maturity of your own children,
When your parents are not there to guide you?
During the festivities
Of an economy reckoning with recession;
It doesn’t encourage you to spend
In Mo Gawdat’s
Prove for Happy
He expresses his belief
That we, our spirits, souls, essences are eternal,
They have always been
And will always be.
Sure, our bodies
Run-out of steam
Give-up the ghost, as it were,
But the what
Unravelling all of this
Not to end on too sad a note,
Is the reflection
That those who once were
Are still here,
Whether we go in a flash