Death has been close to the surface of my mind this past week. I have no explanation for it. I refuse to say it’s because of David Bowie’s passing, or Alan Rickman’s.
Thursday, I had such an aching for my father. I lost him in 2009. All I can say is as a beloved daughter, he was my first hero. He didn’t live long enough to see me become the woman I am today. I’d like to think he’d be proud. No, I know he would. That’s what fathers do. They are proud. They are your first and last line of defense in a cruel world.
I find this strange song by Hozier comforting. It describes two bodies decomposing in a field. I imagine these two lovers, not being able to find peace without one another, choosing to go out together. They return to the dust from which they were made. Feasted on by insects and the beasts of the field, they are part of nature’s inevitable cycle.
It feels like everything stops when we lose someone, when we grieve. But the earth still turns, the lifeless organic matter breaks down, the tissues dissolve, the atoms fly off into space and are recycled into new things, matter never created nor destroyed.
Anyway… I’ve visited Kilkenny Castle, where this video was filmed. Enjoy this tragically beautiful song.