Stuck in my head…

There is a poem stuck in my head… perhaps some of you will know it. W.H Auden’s “The Funeral Blues.” They use it in Four weddings and a funeral..

If you haven’t seen the movie I suggest it, its a good comedy except for the funeral part. But the funeral is the part that always captures me.  It is at that point in the movie you watch a true love story unfold, in the midst of all these weddings…here at the funeral you watch love come to the fore front. The words stick in my head…

“He was my north, my south, my east and west. My working week, my Sunday rest. My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song,  I thought that love would last forever; I was wrong.”

I wrote my love story to contradict that last part. I wanted to believe and have others believe that love would span the test of time, and distance, that regardless of the odds… it could last. Despite the harsh horrible world that surrounds these two characters, they want to make it through… together. In all honesty, even the relationships that don’t last, always leave you with something… regardless of what emotion that is, you are left with luggage or scars, or admiration, and in some cases even love for that person, you are left with a lasting reminder of that person.

My hope is to keep that in mind this week… its going to be a hard week. But just as before… I take a breath, and I carry on !