One Year Ago Tonight...

At 2 minutes before midnight Marina left us...

There are 2 pieces of poetry that I am proud of. I would like to share
one of them with you...



If I am very careful, I can gently put my ear to her chest and listen
to her heartbeat.
She breaths in once every ten beats, eleven times a minute.
I can hear the air being taken in through her mouth, but it comes out
almost silently.
I can see her chest rise with each breath and within that I can see
her heart beating.

Sometimes we would lie with our head on the others chest or stomach,
listening to the funny noises coming from each others internal
plumbing.
We would try to describe or do impersonations of what we could hear.
When one of us had made the other laugh sufficiently,we would swap
around.
The most interesting sounds would come an hour or so after eating.

I can see a pulse on the side of her neck and she smells of clean
linen with the faintest hint of soap.
Her forehead is smooth and flat. There are no frown lines, there are
no laughter lines, her face is totally rellaxed.

If I very carefully put my ear to her tummy,there is nothing to
describe or do an inpersonation of.
The shoulders I used to wrap my arms around and hug, feel boney,
The cheeks I used to kiss and feel move with a smile, stay still and
don't respond.
And when I say what I am feeling inside, my words fall on deaf ears.



Marina Mayes.
1951 - 2010.
RIP.

 

You big soppy git.

On saying that, I genuinely do feel for you mate.

--
Donnie
"**** the world, it's time to fight back"

Lambretta Series 2 186cc "The Shitter"
Lambretta LD 175cc "The Chopper"
Honda CB500R "Look out, Donnie's about!"

 

+1 and with feeling

 

I remember an evening god knows how many years back when the two of us
were pissed out of our glowing little faces, sat on the floor in
AndrewR's living room, communicating only using the word "moo".

Still makes me chuckle to this day.

RIP Marina.

 

Well Im feeling amazingly chipper. I feel like Ive turned a corner. Im
not going to tell you that I dont still get down or burst into
tears... But I feel like a load has been lifted...
We had an amazing 10 ana half years of marriage. It was brilliant and
I never forget that. I think the one year thing was perhaps a mental
barrier or hurdle that Id set myself, I dunno.
Marina was an amazing person, she touched everyone she came into
contact with and I am so much richer and better for having shared are
time together. Ill always miss her, thatwont ever go away, however I
do feel that my cup is half full rather than half empty. In fact,
prolly more than half...

Life, I think, is rather good...

 

Owen, you're an inspiration. Thank you.

 

Good to hear, and thanks again for your thoughts in my situation. I
really appreciated that email and yeah, keep talking.

If I wasn't 20,000km away I'd come and have a beer with ya.

 

Heh, I remember asking Marina about the Moo thing ( I think you both
did a cow-horn salute?) and she said "Its our thing, leave it
alone..."

Did you and Marina get Zombied together? A cocktail introduced by Bear
(ex of this parish - where is he now? Prolly got a life outside of
UKRM, good for him. Be nice to know hes OK).

Your place, Derby, in the snow? Champ & co. running off naked into the
back garden to roll in the snow> I think I pissed off Snowy & Champ at
some point late in the soir...

Champ noodled away on (your?) guitar...

Chilli on the stove...


Happy days...

If she could, "Moo!"

 

Oh yeah, in Thame. That was it, Zombied by Bear... Bastard...

 

Some bastard's chopping onions near here.

 

I thank you...

*takes a bow and exits with much applause to stage left...*





PS: Thank you...

 

*checks fridge*

You OK with wine? Its Australian (some of it...)...

It occured to me that you might be a sad bastard like me, up at 2AM.
And then I twigged, your an Aussie, its the afternoon... Youre
obviously a rich bastard that can afford to twitter away on your
extended lunch break...

Anytime mate...

Ill get some beers in, just in case...

 

I hope theyre chopped fine, or shell be telling you...

Trust me...


And dont burn them in the pan...


Everytime I cook I can hear hear voice...


And now I think I can feel those onions...

Anyhow, it was fun getting here...

 

It's not, actually. But if you can live with the illusion that it is, then
more power to your elbow. You're a better man than I.

--
des
'If law school is so difficult to get through, how come there are so
many lawyers?'
(Calvin Trillin (1935 - ))
<http://elderofziyon.blogspot.com/>

 

Oh dear, Im replying to my own posts...


Ill get my coat...

 

Using the patented Mavis Beacon "Hunt&Peck" Technique, Owen

He's OK, I'll pass on your regards.

 

Wicked Uncle Nigel escribió:

He's updated his profile on yahoo dontcha know.

Or so yahoo tells me.

 

Err, you've met Owen IRL right ?

Me too.

Carry on Owen, there's several ex-UKRM luminaries I have no intention
of forgetting.

Paul.

 

Well youre a real bundle of joy this evening...
Thanks for making me chuckle...

 

'this evening'..?

I aim to please.