Musings from a Recliner

A Tribute to My Dear Wife, Jasmin Virk The light that lit up our lives for 38 years has left us. The world today looks dark, foggy and cold. As I grope through this darkness and cold  and see the lonely road ahead winding upwards,  I begin to realise the fragility and vulnerability of life. I know, the better half of me,  is gone forever and today, I feel so hollow & empty.  I also know, however hard I may  try to fill this hollowness in me,  I will never be ‘complete’ again.  But, what I also do know is that I will be able  to wipe out the last six years of pain and suffering  and try and fill this hollowness  with the wonderful moments and memories  we created as we held hands and travelled through  the 38 glorious years we spent with each other.  I was just too blessed and would  always remain thankful and indebted  that she chose to spend this lifetime with me, - the evolved soul that ‘she’ was !!! I also...

Musings from a Recliner – 0530 hrs - 16 Jun 23 ~ Lally Virk ‘Farewell my Friend’ - ‘Death Be Not Proud’. Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery. Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then? One short sleep past, we wake eternally And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.'                                                          ...