Near the beginning of the year the chatter of randoms on the internet informed us of our father's death. On my birthday.
I lost my shit .... all these months later I have yet to find it again. And then this end of the year, my mother got diagnosed with cancer.
I still think it has been a notably awful year for
-celebrity deaths
-horrible events
-political outcomes I would not have predicted.
I don't know if I am noticing death more because I feel like my skin has been peeled off, and all my nerve ends are hyper sensitive to any mention of somebody dying. Or just more people I have long had some kind of fan-flavoured affection for are dying in much higher than normal numbers.
But when I hear people say 2016 is fucking awful year. I tend to nod.
My dad died.
But I still went leaky faced when Victoria Wood died too.
The only difference is, with Victoria I was on the outer edge of the ripples of loss. So they bump you over. And you go "ouff ! That hurt !" But you get up again pretty quick.
Whereas with my father I was in the ripples at the point of impact. So being, and staying, flattened becomes more of a long term thing. Where you sort of get used to being prone. And standing up again looks as feasible as taking flight.
But even from the position of being flat on my face for the best part of the year... fuck you 2016. Stop making it worse. I don't want more people to die. Especially ones I like. Or ones with grief stricken relatives I identify with. Cos every time somebody else dies... I can't get away with pretending he's not gone.
Today on the news we saw the state bringing home the body of the young Italian woman killed in the Berlin Xmas Market terrorist attack. Her mum reached out to her daughter's coffin, and stroked it.
I lost my unfound shit all over again.
I hope 2017 is better.
I want my mum to survive cancer.
People to not die for no fucking reason when they just went out to do some shopping, or meet friends, or cross the road.
And for celebs I hold in some affection to stay properly oxygenated.
I want that for their own sakes. And because I want to get through entire weeks and months where I can successfully pretend that I don't know what bereavement is. Which I can't do if people keep dying and the news keeps telling me about it.