This post was inspired by the death of Humphrey Lyttelton.
I only knew him from his radio programmes - but his lively mind and wit simply kept going - right into old age.
Now, he is vanished.
There are other people - like Derek Nimmo - who were so much part of 'How things are' - it doesn't make sense that they aren't any more - at least, in any accessible way.
I noticed something at my father's funeral that I thought would interest him.
My immediate reaction was that I should tell him about it later.
I still want to tell him things about his death and his funeral - and it just doesn't make sense that he isn't there to 'tell'.
This is what I mean by the 'impossible'. I'm not meaning that I don't know it happens. Nor is it anything to do with whether or not we fear it - but I can't quite 'believe' it.
It is 'impossible'.
And the fact that this 'impossible' thing happens (so very obviously) - emphasises (for me) that other, equally impossible things may happen too.
It's one of those odd things . . . I live in my little house by the sea and listen to the radio and reckon I know best about more-or-less everything . . . as I keep telling the news-casters, the policiticians and all the experts interviewed there. I shout quite loud - but I'm beginning to suspect they can't hear! Sometimes, I write to my MP . . . but there's always more to say. So, here it is!
2 comments:
Susan dieing is 100% possible we all know that its going to happen. No one is immortal.
I know.
Of course.
But death never seems 'quite right' to me.
This post was inspired by the death of Humphrey Lyttelton.
I only knew him from his radio programmes - but his lively mind and wit simply kept going - right into old age.
Now, he is vanished.
There are other people - like Derek Nimmo - who were so much part of 'How things are' - it doesn't make sense that they aren't any more - at least, in any accessible way.
I noticed something at my father's funeral that I thought would interest him.
My immediate reaction was that I should tell him about it later.
I still want to tell him things about his death and his funeral - and it just doesn't make sense that he isn't there to 'tell'.
This is what I mean by the 'impossible'. I'm not meaning that I don't know it happens. Nor is it anything to do with whether or not we fear it - but I can't quite 'believe' it.
It is 'impossible'.
And the fact that this 'impossible' thing happens (so very obviously) - emphasises (for me) that other, equally impossible things may happen too.
Susan
Post a Comment