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Uncle Davey

Writing from St Ives...

Two days ago, I had the phone call. One of those phone calls where you want to say, I don’t want this phone call (or email). Could I resist it, could it possibly go away, could it not happen now, it’s not a happy call, I was doing good and I don’t want to hear this. One of the far away phone calls from another country that tell you that someone, someone you love has gone. Someone phones to say someone in your life has passed away. You want to say, No you can’t go, I’m not ready for you to go. I didn’t say my last things and I didn’t know what was going on. How am I supposed to go on, like nothing ever happened? It’s big, it’s sudden. No one in this country knows that someone far away that no one here has met or cares about has gone, suddenly and they were important, they were a piece of my life, that I liked where it was.



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