There are days when I ache to speak of Freddie with my voice, not my fingers. Days when I wish for someone to sit with me and hold me while I sift his hospital notes and my hastily copied social media comments for the snippets of his life which have fled my memory. There are […]
Remembrance
And now, 2 years and 6 months and 2 days on, I understand why those veterans stand in solemn silence once a year. I understand the sober pride, the gentle, stony set of mouth and cheek, the simple grace of defiant, silent, remembrance. I am almost there. And if I live another 40 years, this […]
Empty Chairs at Empty Tables
There can be few images of loss in literature more potent than that of the empty stool shown to Scrooge in the Cratchit house after Tiny Tim has died. There are few images more powerful in a film than that of Dumbo’s mother as she is torn from her child and left without him. It’s […]
