Before social media hit the scene, the death of a celebrity might be briefly mentioned on the news with the possibility of an obituary in the newspaper. If they were very famous, there might be a commemorative program on TV, or a weekend showing of their most memorable films.
Last night I watched a two part documentary about the conviction in 2019, of Avril Jones and Edward Cairney, for the murder of Margaret Fleming.
As the old year ends and a new one starts, I reflect on what has not occurred. The list of things I will never be Has lengthened yet again.
The economic downturn as a result of the world wide pandemic has caused most of us to take fresh stock of our circumstances. Unless you had set up a business providing PPE, it is likely that your prospects of increasing income has taken a dive.
In the UK, back in April of 2020 as Covid-19 began to make it’s presence felt, a flurry of advisory documentation was produced. Concentrating on worst case scenarios, it was assumed that in the event of the healthcare system becoming overwhelmed, many of the carefully engineered systems and regulations would become invalidated.
I confess that I like to play World of Warcraft and some other MMO’s. I was undoubtedly the oldest player in my guild, and probably the oldest player on the server. One of my children understands. The other two are slightly embarrassed.
What if the purpose of life was to learn about loss? This question has been causing me some concern. I have been trying to make sense of the reality of loss within normal life. It is not as if it is an unusual experience.
‘Poetry is a bandaid for the wounds nobody sees but you.’ Jon Lupin Dear Jon, I have been following your work on Instagram for some time. You accompany your words with insights into your life; ordinary domestic scenes which anyone can relate to. Your words may appear initially to be simplistic, but they have the magical quality of reaching out to intergenerational readers.