A couple of days ago I was with a friend in one of my spaces and for some reason based on what we talked about I started typing a poem (a song if there were chords) in the chat box and she said it was good and that I should write it down. As I knocked it off in a short I said no but was told again to write it down so I did. Maybe it’s appropriate for here. It has no title. It’s not bad for less than five minutes work. So for what it’s worth, here it is.

Goodbye to whenever, sitting by the firefly ember
Going on, moving on, but know I will always remember.
Someday maybe things will change and dark of night will turn to day.
Until then I’ll take the train that travels tracks of different tunes of yours and mine to a different place and different time.
“Who are you, where did you come from” she once said
But now it’s gone so far away and it’s all dead.
Still celebrate the fun there was and don’t look at a clock or watch,
Just remember the time.

I’ve honestly lost count of the friends I’ve lost over the years, but it never gets easier. One friend I’d lost phoned me up the weekend before he committed suicide to see if I’d go “searching” with him up North; he used to collect then re-furnish lost old Scottish battle equipment -- I had to go to work. I still can’t shake the “what if”.

My mum died a few months ago, she was only in her 60’s. Something got to her -- I still don’t know exactly what -- but she just kinda gave up. Stopped trying. I’ve learned from other’s deaths that it’s foolish to keep looking for reason though. The simple fact is; death is part of life. Sometimes it’s truly unfair, other times it can even be a relief, but it’s as certain as taxes that it’ll come to you.

I did not know your friend Terra, but my sympathies are with you.