Tuesday 19 July 2011

Tuesday 19th July (Sadness, Memories and Remembrance)


Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window. Today the sights and sounds of the natural world were not foremost in Mr. Kite's thoughts. Sadness was the mood of Mr. Kite as he remembered that Sunday morning two years ago when one of his little boys said his farewells to his brothers, his favourite cat, his belongings and the world. Closing the front door and walking towards his final act this solitary figure purchased a railway ticket to Church Stretton. The last images of this young man of twenty-four with a whole life time ahead of him is as he walked onto the station platform and sat on a bench awaiting the train that would transport him to the end of his life.

A thoughtful, witty, humorous, guitar playing, song writing and a young man full of vitality, courage and compassion had decided that he could not live his life anymore. Within one hour of catching the train this young man had extinguished a life full of promise for himself leaving his family in utter sadness because he was a shining star and a fun person to be with. Today his family remember him with sadness when they think of the loss, laughter when they think of his humuor and how he made us happy and despair when they think of 'what could have been'.

Just before midday Mr. Kite and His Lady walked on this young mans last walk to a reservoir where the end happened. Today it was quiet. In the drizzle a few birds moved in the gorse and between the ferns; but it did not matter what they were.

In the evening Mr. Kite and His Lady put red, white, pink and purple flowers on his and lit candles on his grave. Overhead Swifts, flew and a young Green Woodpecker flew onto the top of a tree where it cried out as it attracted the attention of it's parents. Long Tailed Tits traveled along the hedge. As darkness replaced the light the lamb's in the adjacent fields bleated and Morville settled down to another night. With Laurie's grave shining with light and colourful with flowers it was time to go.

Mr. Kite returned home for a day of reflection and remembrance.

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