Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,

Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.


My father died and there are not really any adequate words to express the sickly and hollow grief of it, yet there is a desire to try and express something. Sitting around numbly hardly seems appropriate.

It seems like today is the Blog funeral day. I have posted the Last Post on Dad's blog GreyShade and now have to write the first post on mine that he will not read.

There is now an emptiness in my life that cannot ever filled. Every celebration or holiday will be marked by his absence.

It's a wound that cannot heal so much as gotten used to. It's very hard to accept that fact that someone who had always been there, cannot ever be there again. The times when one needs advice, support, encouragement and all the other things that parents do, will be harder now. I can strive to do the things that might make my father proud but I'll never again hear his words or see any signs praise from him. And though times of happiness may come, I won't be able to share them with my dad.

Life will be always sadder and emptier without him, but my life is richer because of the memories I have and the things he taught me. He was one of the most inspiring people I ever knew - his intelligence, kindness and dedication to everything he did, were exceptional.

Goodbye Dad. Thank you for being the friend and the father you were. I am grateful for the time we had but I wish there was still more to come.