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Who was Cassandra?

  • In the Iliad, she is described as the loveliest of the daughters of Priam (King of Troy), and gifted with prophecy. The god Apollo loved her, but she spurned him. As a punishment, he decreed that no one would ever believe her. So when she told her fellow Trojans that the Greeks were hiding inside the wooden horse...well, you know what happened.


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July 16, 2015


Kia ora Beth,
Beautiful memories to keep. Kia ora for sharing your love and your grief. Kia Kaha.

Beth, you were one of the lights in David's life. Thank you for sharing all this.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

What a wonderful memory.

Yes, the girl makes word music, too. May he rest sweetly Beth. Blessings on your grief and thank you for this vivid memory.

Beautiful memories Beth. So Sorry for your loss ..he was clearly very special.

So sad, Beth, another unique presence gone from this world. But alive in your memories and in your expression of them. A reminder to cherish those we love and to let them know we love them, while they (and we) are still around.

Condolences, Beth.

Such a deep and nearly immeasurable loss; that of someone who truly knew you, who saw you for who you were- and at that age. I am so sad you have lost your friend, dear Beth.

Dear Beth, thank you for sharing this memory of David with us. I remember when you first posted it and thought it a wonderful and tender (and funny!) evocation then. I'm sorry for your loss.


I am so sorry for your loss. Thank you for sharing this beautiful remembrance. May you be comforted along with all who mourn.

Try as we might, these In Memoriams inevitably follow a pattern: fixed in grievous time we look around for something profound, something felt, but grief frequently drives out other feelings, grief is the larger force. You were wise to reproduce something earlier and cooller, when all your faculties were to hand.

Here's a point. D was (is) important and it seems natural to mark him with plenty of column inches. And to do it now. But shorter and later can also work. At least it works for me.

I benefit when someone makes an informed comment (pro or contra, it doesn't matter) about what I write. J made a massive contribution to my first two novels adding to the exhilaration of doing what I really wanted to do. Then came the third novel and the awfulness of a transition, one-third in, that I'd never planned for. J held my hand for months. Simultaneously he commented regularly on my blogs.

As you know J died. Bad moments still occur for me as they always will when one courts imagination. Deliberately short references (Set a limit - say, twenty-five words) in the blog subsequently resurrect the good things of the past and mark the continuing need. A sort of mobile In Memoriam - and proof that everything was not discharged contemporaneously.

ah the shadows lengthen for us all.In my experience its very difficult to try to capture the memory of someone dear in words.Thanks for sharing this.

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