Isn't it strange how words can evoke images or memories...when I read this last night, I was stunned at the images my mind recalled...of my own father's death...not particularly pleasant as it was sudden and he was only 57, the protocol that had to be followed and the lack of respect of fellow road users, they just tried to get between the hearse and the following procession...and even though I'm talking years ago, I've never been able to attend a funeral since, the funeral director's dropping my father down the stairs, crashing him through a window, my own memories of eating a chinese when he died, how could I?..I should have known...no tears allowed and hearing the scream as the curtains closed, looking round and realising it was me..
So well written Suthern, has dignity and immense emotion...it's the first time I looked back at the nightmares really and yes, you caught the sadness, well, you epitomised it..
The grape passes through the press to yield wine.
Your life must pass through the press of passion and pain to yield the wine of wisdom..
[This message has been edited by RainbowGirl (edited 02-08-2000).]