View of the gatehouse of the cemetery with masses of Clematis Montana? growing up and around trees in the grounds. Splendid gates and brick pillars add to the impression of a proud building. I enjoyed walking through the cemetery tonight, in a gentle rain. The somber clouds echoing the place.
I like the subtle colours in this photo, mostly muted except for the lime greens of some of the newly grown leaves, sulphurous and alive, balancing out the pinks, greys and browns. It had just stopped raining (we had been sheltering under a tree when I took this photo). I dont know what I think of buildings in cemeteries, could anyone acyually live there or is it offices? and who locks up the gates at night- is there an official gate keeper?
When you open up Facebook you don’t expect to hear that a friend has passed away. Someone who I admired. A good artist and a compassionate and sensitive man.
I guess I would rather find out than not know at all. Waiting to see if he would post new art, or a post about how he was feeling. He went missing for a couple of months about two years ago. He eventually turned up and everything turned out OK.
Now, I don’t know. I guess I’m glad I met him on a website and saw his art, he lived in a different country so we were never going to meet up. But that doesn’t matter, he was a very good artist and was a thoughtful person.
I lost another friend in a similar way last year. This was a woman from overseas. Another artist.
The internet allows people who would never normally meet to find each other. At least I’ve found out what has happened. Feeling very sad.
Hubby’s Motor scooter was stolen early this morning. We went to bed late after watching a film. Then about five am someone started hammering on our front door. Hubby shouted he was calling the police, and the man outside said he was the police!
He said they had just seen it being ridden round Stoke and that it had been stolen. Hubby checked the gate and the padlock and hasp had been broken and the motorbike / scooter was gone.
They went off and we decided to drive round to see if we could find anything. What we did find was a large covered mobility scooter in the alleyway by our garden. It had been damaged where someone had broken through its faring to hot wire? The motor. I guess they must have done the same with ours and ridden off. On it. We reported it to the insurers, we will see what happens.
Farewell to a friend I never met. A woman a little older, and a lot wiser than me. Someone I admired and thought of often. I knew that she was going, but I didn’t want to believe it.
Waking up this morning and hearing on an email that she passed away has made me feel very sad. Wishing that she had been given a bit more time. But this is real life. People die and leave big or small holes in your life. I’d followed her blog for two or three years and always enjoyed it. I probably read most of her posts and enjoyed joining in her Thursday writing prompts. I particularly loved reading what her small dog felt about what was happening.
She bought interest into my life and we chatted in the comments on her blog occasionally. I’m sure there was a lot more about her that I didn’t know, and this is meant to be a small tribute to her. To say Farewell and to offer condolences.
I am want to say thank you to her partner Stuart for letting us know it has happened. Not knowing and just finding someone has disappeared is awful. I hope it is OK to have written this.
Don’t cry for those that are gone. They cannot feel your tears. Wherever they are they can’t hear you. Remember them but don’t cry. Cry for the living, cry for those that have lost loved ones, talk to them about their loss. Don’t stay quiet and hope it will be OK. They need your words of solace.
And don’t forget the poor, the ill and the starving. The ones that are always forgotten. Take care of them, support them. Help them where you can. One day you will be gone too, but others will still be here. Then hope they get help too from others. So life supports life. And share love.
On my Facebook memories. One of our old cats plus a painting I did of him. I can’t help but notice the similarity between him and our outdoor cat.
Cats come and go, but most of the ones we have had have been black and white ‘tuxedo cats’.
Why? Most of our cats were strays or rescue cats when we got them. Perhaps there is a cat family in the area, maybe they have the same antecedents? Certainly this cat could be the father of our new cat, or related in some way. I’m glad they came to us and sad that we lost this one. He passed away about nine years ago and might have been poisoned by antifreeze. He went missing and when we found him he was already dead. Such a shock. I miss him.