Funeral Blues
“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 forever: 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 woods;
for nothing now can ever come to any good.”
it may be cliché, but auden writes so much better and closer to what i’m feeling…
dear friends and acquaintances,
i regret to inform you, that my dear better half has died. he passed away unexpectedly in his sleep, and i don't think he suffered. just went to bed and didn't wake up.
i wanted to let you know he enjoyed talking with you all when we were at car shows, all of these years.
i miss him so much, and my world is so much less without him. i am broken. 😭😭😭