The trouble with the death of famous people and all the attention they get is that the deaths of others at the same time are hidden. This was brought home to me with Michael Jackson's death and the moving column by a woman whose nephew died in Afghanistan on the same day.
Read it here.
I think of the dozen of us, only, who gathered a few years back at the Shakespeare Garden to spread the ashes of my buddy Ger. Or being alone to spread the ashes of my father in the same garden.
In our celebrity driven culture, the media go a bit crazy when a big name dies. But this, too, passes.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
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