tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post4473970709875510019..comments2023-06-28T22:58:28.247+10:00Comments on Sixth In Line: Death is round the cornerElisabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-32586283276108895542015-05-27T01:36:27.842+10:002015-05-27T01:36:27.842+10:00Christine is right. It's very common to have B...Christine is right. It's very common to have Benign Positional Vertigo - the crystals in the inner ear being out of whack...and it's reasonable to go to the eventuality of your death. <br /><br />Jim's comment....oh, Jim's comment,"...she who had gone has gone again."Kasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05233330248952156754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-17950370733457839862015-05-25T17:45:35.525+10:002015-05-25T17:45:35.525+10:00All sorts of reasons for dizziness ranging from in...All sorts of reasons for dizziness ranging from inner ear problems to the more serious illnesses. I hope you will find your way to a GP who will investigate thoroughly.Christinehttp://www.freudinoceania.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-18711672095804656792015-05-25T00:47:53.387+10:002015-05-25T00:47:53.387+10:00A reassuring commentary here of thoughts, dreams a...A reassuring commentary here of thoughts, dreams and fears.. Enjoyed. Anthony Ducehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17476865809734682418noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-37764399718430986922015-05-24T21:55:45.607+10:002015-05-24T21:55:45.607+10:00Sometimes dizziness can be due to LOW blood pressu...Sometimes dizziness can be due to LOW blood pressure. This often happens when getting out of bed or rising from a chair. I do hope you are NOT getting ill but you should probably discuss it with a GP.<br /><br />You, Elisabeth, always write so interestingly. And so does your daughter, whose essay you once published here. I ALWAYS read your posts; not necessarily commenting on each one but I love to read your offerings.<br /><br />I also find that you attract some really good comments and one of those is, of course, Jim Murdoch. His comment today was extremely good and touching. I empathise with him and especially the link to his poem linked to a 2013 post on your blog.<br /><br />I read that poem; a beautiful piece indeed. I then came back to this current posting and, although Jim's comment was still here the link to his poem of 2013 had disappeared. I wanted to read it again but Blogger had not allowed it, apparently.<br /><br />Hope your dizzy spells are short-lived but if they continue then get chatting to doc. S/he may say you need some quinine tabs? Helps in some way I have heard?PhilipHhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06811831703263176415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-67379689611646997282015-05-24T18:22:36.193+10:002015-05-24T18:22:36.193+10:00Looking through the obituaries. Feels like such an...Looking through the obituaries. Feels like such an old-fashioned thing to do. I’ve seen people on TV do that. I’ve never known anyone do it. My parents never bought a newspaper. It wasn’t until I’d left school that I realised how abnormal that was and I did try for a while but mostly they bored me. I say they never bought a newspaper but now I think about it there were newspaper cuttings left after they died—a photo of my sister standing beside a lollipop lady jumps out—so they must have or someone cut it out and gave it to them. If anyone died we heard about it. There was no need to put it in the paper. I didn’t even think about doing it for Mum and Dad when they died. They would’ve regarded it as a waste of money. It was how most things were measured. <br /><br />Three years ago I was suffering from a rare bout of nostalgia and went looking for people I used to know online. By pure chance I came upon an obituary for my first girlfriend who’d died a year earlier at the age of fifty-two. As you can imagine it made me terribly sad. And guilty. I think of her as my first girlfriend but we never dated or kissed or even held hands. I fell in love with her when I was about ten and I stayed in love with her until I was about thirteen which is a lifetime for a pubescent boy I guess. I was awkward though and didn’t know what to do with my feelings. I watched others but it was too hard and so I kept my feelings to myself and it was years before someone else distracted me. Her I loved for the next three years although, to be honest, I never stopped loving either of them. I don’t think I’ve ever stopped loving anyone even though I’ve tried. <br /><br />The reason I felt guilty about Alison’s death is because I never told her I loved her. I always meant to. Occasionally as adults we’d run into each other but there always seemed to be someone around and so we never ever had a proper conversation. I know exactly where I saw her for the last time and it was a pleasant enough exchange but that was it and now she’s dead and she’ll never know how much she had meant to me. I’m sure she was loved. I can’t imagine her going through life and not knowing love although I don’t think she ever married. <br /><br />I wrote a poem afterwards. I included it in a <a href="http://sixthinline.blogspot.co.uk/2013/08/an-untimely-death.html?showComment=1376230574992#c1758714327248123879" rel="nofollow">comment on your blog</a> back in 2013. Must try and get it published.Jim Murdochhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786388638146471193noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-50143983269283469542015-05-24T14:07:08.021+10:002015-05-24T14:07:08.021+10:00Oh, my goodness! I've just seen an unusual su...Oh, my goodness! I've just seen an unusual surname I know. Better make some polite enquiries (as opposed to an inquiry).<br />And you reminded me that I had a vivid dream last night but for the life of me, I can't remember even the subject matter, let alone the details, but I know I pondered on it in the early am hours.<br />I do hope I'm not coming down with a virus.<br />Get well soon, dear Elisabeth.<br />Karen CAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com