It Comes To An End

I’m at that age when people I know have started dropping off the end of Life on more of a regular basis.

We call this happening “Death”.

It’s still a subject many people have a problem talking about or thinking about. I’m of the opposite inclination, not through any morbid inclinations, or because I’m especially brave, but simply because I think it helps me appreciate the preciousness of Life. So I regularly contemplate it’s one very specific limitation:

It Comes To An End. For everybody. And who knows when our turn will be?

Happy days, while we can enjoy it!

Below is a song I just released based on a little story that my mum told me while she was still alive. It’s about her not being allowed to stay with me overnight, during a week that I was in hospital for an operation when I was 3 months old.

Cry Little Baby is for anyone who feels that sense of desperate loss.

Because it’s not the end of things, just yet. We’re here still. And we feel how we feel.

The point is that we have the chance to feel.