Wendy's life

This blog has been created as a celebration of the life of Wendy Margaret Cronin (born 16 October 1944 and died 10 October 2007). The blog owner (me) is Steve McRobb (aka Macro) - I was Wendy's partner and then husband for almost 30 years. To add comments or a post, you must be an invited friend or family member - email me if you knew Wendy and would like to join.

Thursday, 7 December 2017

New/old addition to "Golden Days, Dark Nights"

A few months after Wendy died, I wrote a long prose piece that I eventually titled The Crossing of Borders. At the time, I needed to write it as a sort of catharsis. So one level, it's a long howl of anguish and grief. But it's also an in memoriam: a reflection on some aspects of my life with Wendy, a description of some of the details and stages of her dying, and at times a wider reflection on life and death. It contains quite a lot about mountains, both as metaphor and as memories of a favourite shared activity.
The piece has sat in my files now for about 9 years, and in all that time the only people to have seen it are the handful of friends who helped with feedback on the many drafts (thanks to Ray, Jane and Gary for their helpful and supportive comments).  Following the tenth anniversary of Wendy's death earlier this autumn, I decided the time had come to release this piece into the wild, by adding it to the other poems and music in my Golden Days, Dark Nights collection.
I still can't re-read it without tears brimming up, just as they did when I was writing it. That's why I've placed it in the first, Rage, Rage..., section. But it's a distinct moment in the journey through grief. That journey never ends while we still draw breath, but it also continues to throw up new experiences and insights along the way. In the end, it's just another part of life, like any other experience. So it seemed fit to place it where it leads on to the poems of renewal that follow, in the third section Another Day on Earth....
So here it is, finally, contextualised. I hope it can be seen now as more than just a howl of grief.

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