Broadstairs- Viking Bay
Home again following some winter travels that will keep us going for some time. Being in Broadstairs (on the Kent coast) the first week reminded me that a lovely place doesn't rely on weather to hold it's charm. For our second week, we spent it with different family members, ending up on the borders of West and North Yorkshire. I'll elaborate more soon as have plenty of pics (about time to try flickr) and things, plus my thoughts are elsewhere these few days since the last few days of our time away.
Feeling the fragility of life acutely since the news that on old school friend died suddenly within days of the birth of his third child and his 35th birthday. A virus which reached the heart. All love and thoughts are with his wife and family. It impossible to stop thinking about them, how his wife, especially, is getting through the days. There are several of us old secondary school classmates united in shock and grief.
I don't think there is anything that can be said that can alleviate things to the closest family in these early days, it's too terrible. There is an anthology which I think can help make people feel less alone and includes writings on the different stages of grief. As a Shakespeare quote (Macbeth) quote within reads:
'Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break'.
And after time, hopefully;
.. 'in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits.' (John Keats, 'Endymion', Book 1)
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