Mike Whelan died on the morning of Saturday February 9th 2013 after a short, savage illness. He was 62 and in May we would have been married 30 years.I don’t belong to a tradition where you present a stiff upper lip to the world and ordinary life grinds on. I belong to a culture where you stop. Where routine activities break. Where you acknowledge by what you don’t do, as much as by what you do, that nothing will ever be the same again.
And then somehow you carry on.
This blog is not a personal record of my life. It focuses on the business of my life – writing and reading and stuff like that. But no new posts will appear until March 10th. I will keep a month’s mind for Mike.
And if you haven’t come across that phrase before this wikipedia entry is interesting, but there will be no Requiem for Mike, no prayers to a God he didn’t believe in, just a celebration under a big Sussex sky.
And we will hold him tight.