February 10th. marks one year since I received emails from Willow that little did I know at that time, would turn out to be my last communication from him.
The year has not been an easy one. I miss my friend, collaborator, sparring partner. I miss his quirky sense of humour, his sometimes infuriating behaviour, his surprise packages and his poetry that so often transported me, like the song says, to ’another time, another place.’
I get angry when I think that he was probably more ill than he let on and just carried on living until he could not live anymore.
I hope that if he can see us down here, he will realise how grateful I am to have shared part of his life, to have walked part of this journey with him and that I look forward one day to meeting him on the other side. I quote below excepts from a poem we wrote in 2008:
Meet me at the Edge of the World
Meet me at the edge of the world.
The old world is dead and finished
and only here at the very edge of things
does the forgotten task of creation continue.
Please look for me where the sea meets the sky
If I survive, I shall wait for you there;
If you don’t see me, call my name out loud
So that I’ll find you if I’ve lost my way.