Death is everywhere In the papers, on the internet, on the TV and in the street. You cant avoid it. Its like taxes or paying the TV licence fee or another unfortunate soldier dying in Afghanistan - its INEVITABLE and its ONGOING.
Every day we try to avoid mr reaper by dieting, exercise, prevention or some flipping radical all singing welsh voice choir, river dancing FAD. This will get you in shape, these patches will get you off your cravings, eat to get slimmer, goto zumba classes they will be good for you MAN ITS RELENTLESS.
Watch what you eat? Was it gonna do? Kill me? Jump out of the fridge like Cato, slap me around a bit. Play cod Bruce lee chop socky (you gotta admit Bert kwouk is brilliant when he isn’t chasing chickens for Harry hill - when Harry hill was good and not a SELL OUT)
What’s the reason for this post you may ask well I tell you avid reader…..DEATH IS NOT TO BE SNIFFED AT.
It could happen anytime, any place and anywhere like the Joan Collins and Leonard rossiters martini ads from the 70s.
Someone who used to sign me on at the local job emporium passed away earlier this year. She was a funny and caring and brilliant woman. She loved my kids. She loved all kids. I used to wheel Blaine into those doors every two weeks to give mr Blair or mr Cameron my signature. She would immediately get out of her chair and start to talk to my son. She would kiss him and cuddle him whilst I signed my ub40 and she tapped one handed on the keyboard. She didn’t care what her superiors would say or be berated for being FAMILIAR with the CLIENTS. She was a human being showing what is a rarity these days HUMANITY.
She, last year kept getting headaches and went to see the doctor of quack. After tests the prognosis was terminal. Her cancer was in such an advanced state, that there was a time limit and it was ANYTIME. I heard today of her death and her funeral. How it was standing room only at the place being held. How the office raised 600 quid in her honour. I was choking back tears when I heard. She was a great woman. She was there when we had a miscarriage. She was a rock. Cancer is pure evil - if you have any money at all stick your hand in your skyrockets and GIVE. Thank you.
Also lately I know someone who quite literally has a brilliant mind. Passing uni with flying colours. Had some more courses on the go, just got themselves a natty new job at a decent place and she has a baby on the way - but that horrible thing called fate cast its hand of shame. Her fiancé has an aneurism and checks out - that’s it. So sudden so instant, gone forever and GONE TOO SOON. Fate you suck. You have a sick sense of humour, fate.
The fabrice muamba factor has made life and the sanctity of it very prevalent. One day he’s kicking a piece of leather around then he’s face down in the turf.
On twitter the news broke and some start doing what some of us actually would never do and that’s pray.
It seems when all else fails and there are no other ways out we as a race pray. Muamba made it and is back to some sort of health. Some people like the persons above are not so lucky. Death always wins. Time and death win at everything. You run out of time and you run out of life. If you REALLY want to watch a good film about how precious life is watch IN TIME. It might be mr timberlake, but he is actually BELIEVABLE. And we watch a LOT of films.
A couple of weeks ago my mother and future mother in law were rushed into hospital the same weekend. Mother in law had her bowel taken out a few years ago and thus has a BAG (I wont go into the details just Google it please) so her immune system is compromised.
This time she caught pneumonia. Oh flip we thought GAME OVER! Thankfully not. But it was a scare. My mother had her bowel operation same weekend. She ended up in re-sus. The thoughts going through our minds as a family and the dread of THE CALL. (plus drying out from antidepressants on severe cold turkey - life to me is very VERY raw.) they are both slowly recovering but the thoughts and how you respond and the worries and the restlessness is just too horrible to mention.
Those events and the fact that when my cab driver of 9yrs took me home from moggies and we saw a horse drawn glass carriage hearse with the top hat and tailed drivers and the horses with the regalia on their heads and going round the corner and seeing a hearse being laden with flowers for another unfortunate passing just makes you REALISE that life is for living and we need to stop PLAYING GOD OR RUSSIAN ROULETTE with our lives. We only live once, that’s it, one try, no rewinds, no refunds. No replacement products.
The moral of this post is this. Lately as ive turned 46 the spectre of death hangs above ALL our heads. People dropping dead suddenly or getting hospitalised is more prevalent now than ever before.
Ive been told that I could have sleep apnoea and have a condition like muambas. I will get to be seen to see if that is correct. I’m taking no more chances. This cat has used his 9 lives. Time to get serious and try to avoid it all.
If this post moves you at all you would do the same if not you’re a robot and cups of oil are 2 for 1 at the local all night garage.
Look after yourselves Kent because no-one else can do it for you.
Thanks for reading