Fiveminutefriday, and another difficult prompt to write about.
I’ll start with a pet.
Rocket was a terrier/labrador cross with a strong personality, who kept us constantly amused, and challenged. The loss when he died suddenly was sharp. We still laugh at his antics.
Yesterday was the funeral of the senior member of my husband’s family. In her rare visits this aunt, a GI bride, brought love and laughter to her UK relatives. In later years she suffered with dementia and we gradually lost the person we knew. Her death is a heavy shock. We are numb for now, but memories have a habit of popping out when you least expect them.
Years ago I read Loss and Change by Peter Marris, recently republished, which explores the impact of loss of community as well as of individuals. My local Council is planning wider pavements to keep us safe. The government has launched an environmental package of cleaner fuel and electric cars. There is a cost, and projects will be lost to pay for change.
It takes wisdom and courage, to acknowledge the pain of loss, to recognise what is important, perhaps mark it in some way, but then to let it go.