…when i am dead, than you shall hear the sullen sullen bell give warning to the world that i am fled from this vile world with vildest worms to dwell:’ Q71.
R.I.P. Jaap van Heezick. A man of Falstaffian proportions and appetites. A true friend to my love, whose heart is torn by the loss. In turn my own tears well up at such an unlikely pair of friends being separated. For better or for worse is not just a marriage vow, it belongs to friendship too.
Dr Ralph Stanley & the Clinch Mountain Boys, who Jaap introduced me to, says it all in the song, ‘O Death’. Jaap’s wife is from the mountain area and his English was tinged with the same beautifully lilting accent, closest they say to Elizabethan english.
There’s something cleansing about grief, especially when death has taken its time arriving. It makes me love my love so much more. Will you miss me when i’m gone? Ouch! You will never know how much.
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