I’d have raised a glass
played his music loud
lit a new white candle
let it burn all the way down….
As it was, I said a prayer
silently in my mind
I posted a notice
on facebook
but first of all
I cried
just as I would have done
if I’d been at home when he died.
(I was on holiday, staying with other people. Not quite the same opportunity to pay tribute via ritual.)
Linking this to the Tuesday Platform for 12 January at 'imaginary garden with real toads'
