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I have personally felt saddened and gladdened by three deaths this week.

Saddened because the world has lost three people who, through their living, in very different ways, gave so much to us.

Oliver Posgate died after 83 years marching to his own drum. A beat which saw him sometimes villified for his beliefs but which was strong enough to keep him marching.

I heard him speaking (in that quintessentially English voice so familiar from his television films) against nuclear arms, many years ago. But I am sure that his greatest legacy will be the stories of “Bagpuss,”  “Noggin the Nog,” “Pogles Wood” and the other children’s tv shows he made with Peter Firminn. Perhaps a resurgence of the wonderful Bagpuss is due?

from the web

Sad, too, to hear that Kerryn McCann, an athlete whose Olympic success inspired so many “ordinary mums” to push their boundaries, had lost her fight against  cancer. At 41, far too young to leave her life.

photo from The Age (web image)

While still reflecting on this came the news that Australian poet, Dorothy Porter, had also been taken out of Life’s game by the same formidable foe. Breast cancer.

I never met this woman, but have read and enjoyed her writing and was looking forward to her Tim Finn collaboration on a musical work. And at 54 she was far from a “spent force.”

from The Age  (web image)

So why am I glad? Perhaps that is a poor choice of adjective. What I am feeling is a tremendous gratitude that these people have packed so much into their lives and have shared it with the rest of the world.

Does this mean that I live vicariously? Perhaps. But I also live joyously. Because of such shining examples, whether of moral fortitude, great literature, personal endeavour or plain old grit.


Author: dinahmow

A New Zealander, currently living in tropical Queensland,Australia (with 2 cats and one Main Man).Old enough to remember George VI, white tennis balls and life-before-television.You want more? Read the blog!

10 thoughts on “ENDINGS

  1. a good reminder to live life fully.


  2. m…yes, indeed.


  3. A lovely tribute, but the woman far too young. Living life vicariously? Why not, you don’t have to have outward success to live joyously. Just an everyday appreciation for life.


  4. Lovely post and well written. Makes me want to schedule a mammogram, though…


  5. ellen…yes, of course, but so many (probably too many!) seem to think “celebrities” are good models. I think a “good” life requires some effort!

    andrea…yes, go book a place in the “waffle iron” now! (I make jokes about it, but have seen too many women struck down.)


  6. dinahmow, i just tagged you for a fun bookworm meme…if you want to participate details are in my blog post tonight!


  7. I have always wanted a mouse organ!


  8. ziggi…yay! for the mouse organ! We’re singing from the same page.(Bet Jax is, too!)
    And if you didn’t get the email – I give up!


  9. Well said.

    This is not a Dress Rehearsal and I too applaud all Earthlings who make the most of it.

    Once upon a time I found it very distressing that Life was so unfair and that far too many bad people prospered while good people suffered.
    But it’s not really that black & white is it? Now that I’m well into the grey stage I try to balance the big picture. What I find interesting is how we Humans are hopelessly hardwired to reduce entire lives into compact grades..there is too much to absorb how else could we manage?

    Who am I kidding..I hate it when wonderful sentient caring beings like your collection leave us, and selfish cruel idiots like Mugabe or continue to infect the lives of millions.

    It doesn’t make sense…
    as Solomon said, sh*t happeneth.

    the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favour to men of skill; but TIME and CHANCE happeneth to them all.”


  10. donn…I no longer spend precious time in wondering “why” but, rather, try to make my own portion of time count. Perhaps I will leave no grand opus, but I hope they will say she laughed and never hurt anyone.


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