Losing It

Today was a day I didn't want to arrive, you will know my friend passed away earlier in the week and today was the day we had to say goodbye to him.

Funerals are I suppose a mark of the life lived, a celebration of a life lived, but and it is a big but, people all grieve differently, for some the eulogy was interesting and to be enjoyed and recounted, for others it was a difficult time, perhaps the finality of it, the realisation that a friend was gone .

Kevin and I both loved Rush a Canadian rock band who we had seen live many times, we loved to discuss their shows and songs, a couple of old farts reliving youthful exuberance!!! We saw them as recently as May this year when they were as good as I can ever remember them being and it was a show we were both thrilled to have seen. We always argued about the best songs each having our won thoughts but one of mine is about people clinging on to their dreams, looking at their past to try and recapture, if even for a moment, the success of their youth.

This is a beautiful lyric, in the future I will look back to a time when Kevin and I saw band, waited in anticipation for new albums, knowing now that sadly the dream cannot be recaptured for me.

I may be old but I got to see all the cool bands and hopefully I will see some of them again but never without a thought for Kevin

Dancer slows her frantic pace
In pain and desperation
Her aching limbs and downcast face
Aglow with perspiration

Stiff as wire, her lungs on fire
With just the briefest pause
The flooding through her memory
The echoes of old applause

And she limps across the floor
And closes her bedroom door

The writer stares with glassy eyes
Defies the empty page
His beard is white, his face is lined
And streaked with tears of rage

Thirty years ago, how the words would flow
With passion and precision
Now his mind is dark and dulled
By sickness and indecision

And he stares out the kitchen door
Where the sun will rise no more

Some are born to move the world
To live their fantasies
But most of us just dream about
The things we'd like to be

Sadder still to watch it die
Than never to have known it
For you, the blind who once could see
The bell tolls for thee
Bell tolls for

For you, the blind who once could see
Bell tolls for thee
Bell tolls for thee

The shot is of our river, the Victoria tower is part of Greenock Town Hall and dominated the skyline of the town, the river seemed to glint today as I shot her from high on the cemetery hill, maybe inappropriate but the irreverence of me shooting my journal would have made Kevin laugh as only he could.

Please enjoy the shot and enjoy the lyric too, beautiful and thought provoking to my mind.