Sunday, 12 August 2012
Time like an ever rolling stream......
He was a close friend of our own concert organist Donald Mackenzie, musical director at St. Mary's, and had performed in the church together with him less than a year ago.
As the service came to an end this morning Donald paid a tribute to his friend by playing his signature tune.
Carlo Curley was only 59, and he died yesterday.
Already in a fairly sombre mood, yesterday being the third anniversary of my husband's death, and today 12th August, my late mother's birthday, it struck me anew how commonplace the loss of a loved one is, and just how easily life moves on seamlessly. The departed one having left scarcely a ripple.
At the time of loss it feels as though life as such has lost all purpose, and a certain resentment is felt, at how quickly our seemingly overwhelming grief appears to have no impact on the world around us. As time passes, along with a dulling of the sharp edges, a sort of philosophical "well it happens to everyone, no-one is left untouched" takes its place.
Slowly for me at least comes the realization that we are indeed, great and famous, or humble and unknown, all equal in this one respect, as the gospel has it, "and the place that knew him shall no him no more".
Carlo Curley was famous, had many fans world-wide. My John was known to only a few, but at the end of time they will have equal importance.
Rest in peace.
Posted by Ray Barnes at 1:50:00 pm