The two have appeared together in my life, with the event of the solar eclipse in the heavens, or rather between me and the other. Death of a father and Love of my life. It couldn’t have come at a more appropriate time than this when I am at the point of major change.
I am not unfamilar with death, I have experienced it once before of a loved one, part of my family at that time, and an unfortunate accident back then. Most would consider it bizzar that the death of a much loved cat would have evoked such sorrow on my part, but I know I cried for the good part of a whole week and did not work in that time at all. Every waking moment was a reminder of a life cut short.
So it was this morning (5 Nov) that I recieved an email saying that the father of the guy that I love had passed away the previous night. For him it has not sunk in yet as it is his first experience of death in his family.
There was something I had been trying to do for the past while, tell this guy I loved him, and now on this day (6 Nov) it is done, but not the way I had intended.
So here I find that Love and Death stand very close together and hold hands . . .