Anniversaries are a mixture of celebration and sadness. The intensity of those feelings depends upon the nature of the anniversary and the relationship to the person(s) being remembered. There you go the obvious has been stated. My own experience is no different from anyone else's but on the anniversary of my father's death it was brought home to me on the death of John Hemingway (105) this week. The trigger being that he was born in the same year as my Dad 1919, but my father died 32 years ago.
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From the Shallows
Is there enough sugar in the pie,
I saw you shudder and squint your eye,
No its okay dear - lovely.
You’re a poor liar Leslie.
Ee how do you know that fact?
I’ll ‘ve read it somewhere,
you’ve always got yer nose in this or that,
every moment you've got to spare.
How much have yer had to drink?
Just two pints dear,
giving me a knowing wink,
he’d a good capacity for beer.
Leslie, don't forget to steep the peas,
not at all dear,
essential task before he's at his ease,
that keeps the marital ticket clear.
© David L Atkinson March 2025
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