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.
Meg Sorick, Author/Artist 
I’m sure he would be proud as well, though not simply because it was his “role.” You seem to me, in our limited online relationship, to be a caring, humorous, thoughtful human who is also quite accomplished. Whether you will admit it about yourself or not (I suspect not), you know those characteristics are rare.
This is a beautiful, heartbreaking piece. Thank you for sharing it.
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Thank you doesn’t quite cover how I feel about your words. I’m at a loss as to how to express it though… If there’s a stronger word, that’s what I mean!
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Touching post. I often think about my parents and what they would think of the man I have become. I have no doubt your father would be proud. Shame he didn’t meet his grandson.
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Thank you so much. I think as a storyteller himself, he would have gotten a huge kick out of my writing. I hadn’t picked up the proverbial pen until years after he’d gone, unfortunately. I don’t have children, by the way. You must have mixed me up with another of your loyal readers!
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Now, I am really losing my mind. Honestly, it has been an impossible week. Twom days of attorneys and two MD appointments. Trying to catch up to blogs and I am a bit cross eyes. LOL My father discouraged me. Who makes a living writing? I guess he was sort of right.
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Aw, you need to rest up! I hope you can relax and recharge this weekend! Don’t let your father’s opinion discourage you. You’re an amazing writer! Remember big things are happening this year, for both of us!
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Yeah, 2016 is ours. Yeah, i need to rest up this weekend. I am almost caught up with posts. Thanks
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Beautiful post. Here’s hoping that the hurt is less this week and the memories all the sweeter.
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Thank you. It was just one of those days… Better now!
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