jab

It was a strange way it happened, so typical of here. A message from a friend, a tip off and a lift. A hurriedly scrawled sign and a tent full of people. Many familiar faces and a sense of uncertainty, smiles behind masks and a nervous energy surrounding us. No idea what queue to start with and eventually we learnt what to do. Within an hour it was all done. Card signed and arm jabbed. 

The first step taken. 

today is the day

 forever burned onto my soul, the day we switched him off, the day he died in body and I pray only that. I hope that three days earlier he had already said goodbye and gone. This mild haunting of my subconscious that I know its' sensible to listen to but on this day it lies there and gnaws at me. 

The man he was wouldn't want me to feel anything but love, of that I am certain. 

Marching through March

 The month of death. And although each year it has blissfully stayed just two people... one i knew and loved, one I had hoped to, it really does feel like a shitty month. 

I'll hope again this year no one gets added to the list,