My dearest darling nath
Or Nathan, first born, gorgeous baby boy, treasured son
Or dixy, best friend and brother in arms to soo many, man and woman
Or soo proudly daddy to his gorgeous son and my darling nephew
Or Nath. My brother. My bestest friend. My north. My south. My east and west.
I don’t quite know which way to turn now. But I know you will still guide me.
Give it time for us all to at least try and somehow recover from the greatest loss in modern history.
Nath, you were my everything. And not just my everything but soo much to everyone who had the honour and great pleasure to meet you.
Rest in peace my darling.
Never will you be forgot.
A huge part of me died, Monday morning. 9am. May 29th. 2023.
9 o clock on the dot.
For anyone as lucky to know nath as well as I did would know how he disliked people being late.
When asked if there was a poem we’d like, this struck a cord at 9am may 29th 2023.
Before I go, as you know, I love you with all my heart, you took a huge lump of it with you. You’d tell me to behave and that you’re fine. But then secretly say before I went, love you bec.
Knew by all.
Loved by everyone.
Missed forever.
Never forgotten.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Rebecca Dix
13/06/2023
