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A very icy cold swim today ⦠but it was goddam beautiful
London innit!
One year. The day it happened. The day it is recorded, which isnāt the same. And today, when you would have been 54.
Will plant a tree for you today - a red acer Fireglow. I canāt find a photo that I can post that seems right. Small things, stupidly stressful, that somehow seem important. Iād not know what to do with myself today.
Mayflies ā¦
Just finished the two parter from the BBC. I love Tony Curran - always have since I saw THAT Dr Who scene. It was beautiful and heartbreaking. Even though it doesnāt mirror much from my own loss, it still struck a chord. I bawled for most of the second half. The loss of control, the desperation to try to hold onto what could not be anymore, and the panicked feeling of not enough time ⦠all of that was too familiar. I tip my hat to the actors. It broke my heart all over again š
Anniversary ā¦
Not that we made it this far, but it seems wrong not to acknowledge it at all, especially since everything thatās happened in last year. Thereās nowhere appropriate to put the sentiment though. Iād appear attention seeking to voice it (and despite that I still have - to mixed responses), and itād be awkward to plaster it on FB for all to judge. Itās still our anniversary. Always will be. So Iāll say it here. Even though you are not here to say it to anymore, Iām glad we loved each other. You are very missed. And Iāve thought about you and us today.
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Pretty Putney - had a lovely early evening out at the pub on my Tod. Now in hotel in PJs with a drink and a big bag of crisps, (delighted in a way only the old understand) š
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Iād just like to report in that I have had a fucking dreadful night. Mental breakdown number one did a fucking belter (there are currently two genuinely awful severe mental health crises happening in my immediate circle). From tea time tonight there were suicide messages, pictures of crushed paracetamol and vodka, a hunt to find the MB1 friend via iPhone tracking ⦠and then an honest to god car chase in the dark up icy country lanes. Actual. We lost her as we were told by her (phonecall) if we didnāt back off sheād crash her car on purpose. Eventually found her car in a back up car park at a country park, and then had to trot off into the complete pitch black freezing night into the woods on my own in one direction, while someone went another, with only my phone light to see by. I cannot tell you how dark it was, and it in the middle of bastard nowhere. Iām trying not to completely freak out in the dark at everything I canāt see, while at the same time trying not to fall and break my ankle in the wet icy mud, and praying I donāt find her dead body. Then there was the police and tracker dogs, and the police helicopters ⦠it was like a surreal movie scene.
They found her and brought her back to the unbelievably dark car park, lit up only by a few dimmed police car headlights and their super bright torches. And since her (ex) husband is one of the reasons sheās gone batshit, he couldnāt be the person to go to the hospital with her - wouldāve been a shitshow. So me and my best friend had to go - there was no-one else. And we had to go to a different city, because the country park falls into a separate local authority. Honest to god. So we decided we would go together and try to get her assessed by mental health and try to get her kept in - sheād told us sheād overdosed ⦠and then said she actually didnāt. No-one knew for sure either way. And we sat there like fucking plums for HOURS in this other cityās hospital, with this angry venomous unreasonable arsehole who didnāt like anything we had to say. It was all other peoples fault, everyone is horrible. Especially her ex who is a monster ⦠but she still wants him to love her. Blah fucking blah. And she finally gets seen just before one in the morning ⦠and she was out in ten mins saying āIām fine to go homeā. It took me till after we drove her back to our city and dropped her off to realise she didnāt get discharged as āfineā. She refused all and any tests/help. She refused medical attention after I drove my car like a crazy person through icy roads, searched the fucking woods in the dark, called the police and got helicopters and dogs out, and drove to another city to make sure she was getting help ⦠and after hours of waiting she has the fucking audacity to refuse it.
Iām shattered. Im just home. Iām beyond angry. There was no apology about what she put us through tonight. No contrition. I cannot help her anymore. Iām done.
āLook again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there-on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot.
Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.
The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.
It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known.ā
Carl Sagan. The photo, taken by the Voyager I in 1990, shows the Earth from nearly 4 billion miles away.
An old favourite. I particularly like āmomentary masters of a fraction of a dotā. We are so small. And alone, on our pale blue dot.
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