{"id":3585,"date":"2023-04-15T19:58:46","date_gmt":"2023-04-15T18:58:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/occamstypewriter.org\/scurry\/?p=3585"},"modified":"2023-04-17T11:59:33","modified_gmt":"2023-04-17T10:59:33","slug":"the-separation-of-life-and-death","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/occamstypewriter.org\/scurry\/2023\/04\/15\/the-separation-of-life-and-death\/","title":{"rendered":"The separation of life and death"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a title=\"Dad on the beach\" href=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/sc63\/52819767169\/in\/dateposted-public\/\" data-flickr-embed=\"true\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/live.staticflickr.com\/65535\/52819767169_1b94f0f315_z.jpg\" alt=\"Dad on the beach - Sept 2014\" width=\"640\" height=\"340\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Who is that stranger in my father\u2019s bed?<br \/>\nThose sunken eyes<br \/>\nThe concave cheeks<br \/>\nSalted with stubble<br \/>\nThe thinned grey hair<br \/>\nPlastered to a narrow skull.<br \/>\nI have lost the man I loved.<\/p>\n<p>In truth it had been a long journey<br \/>\nTo this resting place.<br \/>\nA slow stepping backwards<br \/>\nAs memory stuttered and stalled<br \/>\nAnd confusion dampened<br \/>\nThe flares of anger<br \/>\nThat made strangers of us both.<\/p>\n<p>You used to fill a room with smiles<br \/>\n(Or suck the air out of it).<br \/>\nHow did we become so<br \/>\nDisconnected?<br \/>\nBefore the question is fully formed<br \/>\nThe answer blurts out:<br \/>\nThis is not death<br \/>\nIt is life.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><i>(My father died in February and I am still coming to terms with the loss. I\u00a0don&#8217;t know what to make of it. Ours was at times an uneasy relationship; we were close and not close. I\u00a0don&#8217;t want\u00a0to dishonour his memory, but neither do I want to gloss over. I suspect I am not yet ready to look at it \u2013 or my own feelings \u2013 too closely.)<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Who is that stranger in my father\u2019s bed? Those sunken eyes The concave cheeks Salted with stubble The thinned grey hair Plastered to a narrow skull. I have lost the man I loved. In truth it had been a long &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/occamstypewriter.org\/scurry\/2023\/04\/15\/the-separation-of-life-and-death\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":7,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[356],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3585","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-philosophy"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/occamstypewriter.org\/scurry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3585","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/occamstypewriter.org\/scurry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/occamstypewriter.org\/scurry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/occamstypewriter.org\/scurry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/7"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/occamstypewriter.org\/scurry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3585"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/occamstypewriter.org\/scurry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3585\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/occamstypewriter.org\/scurry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3585"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/occamstypewriter.org\/scurry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3585"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/occamstypewriter.org\/scurry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3585"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}