[2 November 2009]
Today is the Feast of All Souls, better known where I come from as the Day of the Dead. It’s a useful day to remember the dead.
Today, I am thinking particularly of Donald Walker, Antonio Zampolli, Yuri Rubinsky, each important in different ways to me. Life remains (as I expected when they died) a little harder without them around.
It’s also a good day to think about the death that will come for each of us before long.
Deyr fé, deyia frœndr,
deyr siálfr it sama;
enn orðztírr deyr aldregi,
hveim er sér góðan getr.
Deyr fé, deyia frœndr,
deyr siálfr it sama;
ec veit einn, at aldri deyr:
dómr um dauðan hvern.
What will we leave to those who stay here after us? What would we like to be remembered by?