tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post8586024452622841346..comments2023-06-28T22:58:28.247+10:00Comments on Sixth In Line: An untimely deathElisabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-80357916077554397112013-08-19T22:09:52.031+10:002013-08-19T22:09:52.031+10:00Sorry to learn of your loss, of someone had ben in...Sorry to learn of your loss, of someone had ben in a normal family. I can well imagine how you might have gotten along.<br /><br />Blessings and Bear hugs!<br />desert.epiphanies@sasktel.net<br /><a href="http://bears-noting.blogspot.com" rel="nofollow">Bears Noting</a><br /><a href="http://in-the-urban-forest.blogspot.com" rel="nofollow">Life in the Urban Forest</a> <i>(poetry)</i>Rob-bearhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00171692478879522588noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-87783143378285470932013-08-12T08:16:54.936+10:002013-08-12T08:16:54.936+10:00Such a sorrowful thing.Such a sorrowful thing.Sultanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06506141014376919585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-84119912319909789722013-08-12T05:46:11.739+10:002013-08-12T05:46:11.739+10:00Your mottled memories conjure a person for those o...Your mottled memories conjure a person for those of us who don't know her. We know her, just a bit. I am sorry for your loss.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-20087086018567681702013-08-12T04:04:42.957+10:002013-08-12T04:04:42.957+10:00So sorry about your loss, Elisabeth.So sorry about your loss, Elisabeth.Kirkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02155991693956178030noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-32780425829097270242013-08-12T02:55:08.946+10:002013-08-12T02:55:08.946+10:00I’m sorry for your loss, but also thankful for the...I’m sorry for your loss, but also thankful for the wonderful writing you have provided here as a result of the memories. Anthony Ducehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17476865809734682418noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-57212010551353088382013-08-12T01:20:08.275+10:002013-08-12T01:20:08.275+10:00My thoughts are with you. I am so sorry for your l...My thoughts are with you. I am so sorry for your loss.<br /><br />I understand the childhood reference only too well.agujahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15857809123531088629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-17587143272481238792013-08-12T00:16:14.992+10:002013-08-12T00:16:14.992+10:00Apart from my parents I’m not aware of the death o...Apart from my parents I’m not aware of the death of any of my relatives. Logic dictates that some of them will have died and quite possibly some of my cousins although I’ve no idea how many I have. I only recall meeting one once, a girl about the same age as me which would’ve been about twelve and so of an age when she was interesting to me as a sexual being. Only she wasn’t very pretty and I wasn’t attracted to her. Which was frustrating because this was probably the first time I’d had a girl my own age around; all my other encounters with girls would have been in the street or at school. That she was a cousin meant nothing. The whole concept of an extended family was quite alien to me. There were, I think, others there but as she was the only one I was vaguely interested in I took no notice of them. We, my siblings and I, were told to entertain them and so we ended up wandering over the road and down the river. It was summer; that I know for sure. They didn’t know us and we didn’t know them and so it was awkward. I don’t think we were away more than an hour but now I’m guessing. Who knows, she may well be dead now. The uncles and aunts probably are. Not sure whose kids they were even. Lily’s I think or maybe Frank’s. Not Harry’s. I couldn’t pick any of them out of a line-up.<br /><br />It’s odd though what our mind chucks back at us, what it associates with certain individuals. I think about my first love—can’t really call her a girlfriend since we never dated or anything—and it’s much the same as you. I encountered her in the same patch of countryside down by the river and went back for weeks hoping to see her again. Our families went to the same part of the beach and so we ran into each other there a few times. I remember one sports day—1971 maybe—her chasing me. I ran under a bar and winded myself but she still hit me when she caught up with me. I remember when I found out where she lived hanging around near a farm hoping to catch a glimpse of her. I remember the last time I met her in the street outside of the shop I was working in at the time, probably around 1985. I could be way out and it could’ve easily have been 1995 and I’m getting my years wrong because of the location. None of any of these memories amount to anything. We were in Primary One together—she was such a cute five-year-old with a shock of blonde hair—and so we knew each other for twenty-odd years and yet all I have are scraps.<br /><br />Did I ever show you the poem I wrote once I learned of her death? I probably did but here it is again just in case it helps:<br /><br /> <b>Poem in Want</b><br /><br /> ( in memoriam A.P. )<br /><br /> I had believed all debts paid<br /> yet something’s not right. I stare <br /> in the mirror and nothing<br /> has changed but nothing’s the same.<br /><br /> She who had gone has gone again.<br /><br /> All this talk of ‘loss’ makes me<br /> think of neglect or of theft.<br /> The misplaced are sometimes found.<br /> The used-up never can be.<br /><br /> She who had gone has gone again.<br /><br /> I want to trade this hurt for<br /> words but it’s complicated.<br /> So few words are suitable<br /> still I feel it’s expected.<br /><br /> She who had gone has gone again.<br /><br /> A girl I once loved is dead.<br /> I thought I’d lost that love or<br /> found some better use for it<br /> though now I know I could not.<br /><br /> She who had gone has gone again<br /><br /> and she’s never coming back.<br /> There’s no poetry in death.<br /> There is only a vacuum<br /> and silence and senselessness. <br /><br /> She is gone and she is never coming back.<br /><br /><br /> Saturday, 04 August 2012<br>Jim Murdochhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786388638146471193noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-53627062017021919012013-08-11T23:59:47.185+10:002013-08-11T23:59:47.185+10:00Adults are so careless of the memories they make f...Adults are so careless of the memories they make for the children.Joanne Noragonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09834682329952369721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-83010370671336669642013-08-11T20:05:27.291+10:002013-08-11T20:05:27.291+10:00It may sound harsh, but how much better childhood ...It may sound harsh, but how much better childhood memories become as you get older. So sorry about you losing your cuz.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-81421447114695286752013-08-11T18:22:22.669+10:002013-08-11T18:22:22.669+10:00This is a better piece of writing, i.e. not trying...This is a better piece of writing, i.e. not trying to be clever, i.e. not trying to join two separate matters to create a theme.<br />This is good writing; working within your limits. R.H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/04639593801088008224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-30604047096289384222013-08-11T18:20:23.165+10:002013-08-11T18:20:23.165+10:00Ah, but your mottled memories were beautifully tol...Ah, but your <i>mottled memories</i> were beautifully told here and I so appreciated this sweet glimpse into your childhood with your cousin and family. Your description of her as a capable child were just perfect in helping us see the kind of adult she may have become. No wonder you loved and will miss her. She was special and I am so sorry for your loss.Lydiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11135393270656573516noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-54125734736340179182013-08-11T17:57:57.954+10:002013-08-11T17:57:57.954+10:00Elisabeth, I am sorry to read of your loss. Sendin...Elisabeth, I am sorry to read of your loss. Sending love to you. xoBirdiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03479872783727855901noreply@blogger.com