Marking time with a kind of dread this morning, aware that on the horizon are the one-year anniversaries of the deaths of Seamus Heaney, Lou Reed, and, of course, my Ken.
Good to remember what Mr. Reed said – “There’s a bit of magic in everything, and some loss to even things out.”
I wrote this last year following the death of Lou Reed. Had I known Ken would be dead 12 days later, what would I have done differently, to hold on and to let go?
How much magic would we have packed into those final days of a lifetime?
