A day in the life…

Clearing John’s things didn’t take long. A drawer of wildly coloured socks – all single. What did he do with the partners? His chemistry notes. Papers yellowed with age – scraffito of crucifixes and dark messages carved into the margins. Breath gone now, but on the bookcase his pairs of glasses, lenses misted, stacks of coins saved, scraps of paper – passwords to sites lost now – and keys to doors unknown. We collected the photographs – gave his guitar away – binned the CD’s in their cracked cases. And on a cold March day, our daughter held my hand as we filed out of John’s service. His last message was carefully chosen: a Beatle’s song of love and forgiveness. ‘There are places I remember, all my life…though some have changed.’ Sweet rest John, never forgotten.
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