where there’s hope there’s living

And the other way round. They feed off each other, hope and living, living and hope. They’re like best friends. Like salt and pepper, like Sonny and Cher. Not that I’m old to remember a time where Sonny wasn’t divorced from Cher, but we won’t dwell on their break-up, because this a good story. It’s been…

there’s living and living

My friend Julia has cancer, she’s here for a purposeful, loving, productive and good time, not a long one. As she says, she’s still here. My friend Darren, he’s bereaved, he’s missing my sister in the way you miss your best loved-one. They were a pair, she’s gone and he wants out, too. I haven’t…

Suicide, my old friend, you again

You haven’t lived if you haven’t sat opposite someone who wants to die. Three different ways Darren says he has of committing suicide, all violent. Step in front of a train, the tracks are two minutes from his place, step off the pedestrian overpass at the Austin Hospital, at peak hour so if the fall…