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Epitaph<\/h1>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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When they come for<\/p>\n

me, whether they are<\/p>\n

angels, hunters with<\/p>\n

crossbows and hounds,<\/p>\n

cherubs in plastic armour from<\/p>\n

Honest Ed\u2019s, or the guys<\/p>\n

from Scott\u2019s College<\/p>\n

Movers \u2013 when they come,<\/p>\n

for they will, inevitably, one day<\/p>\n

arrive, they will cart my cold<\/p>\n

dead corpse away and say<\/p>\n

he is gone forever and will<\/p>\n

not be back.\u00a0 If they say I made<\/p>\n

some bad decisions, if they say I<\/p>\n

could have done more to let my<\/p>\n

loved ones know how deeply they<\/p>\n

were loved, it is true, for<\/p>\n

one can always do<\/p>\n

more and it is never<\/p>\n

enough.\u00a0 If they say<\/p>\n

I had my doubts about this<\/p>\n

life and sometimes thought<\/p>\n

I wanted it to end and even<\/p>\n

contemplated ways to blow<\/p>\n

out the pilot light myself, that<\/p>\n

too is true and I wouldn\u2019t<\/p>\n

deny it.\u00a0 But if they say I<\/p>\n

failed to see the beauty, if<\/p>\n

they say I did not embrace<\/p>\n

the full range of pain and<\/p>\n

ecstasy that my life with you<\/p>\n

has been, if they say I didn\u2019t<\/p>\n

adore the way you smashed a<\/p>\n

glass in anger and the shards<\/p>\n

appeared for weeks afterward<\/p>\n

like tiny crystals of passion<\/p>\n

in the most unlikely corners of<\/p>\n

the kitchen, and that I did not<\/p>\n

honour the way you took me<\/p>\n

gracefully into the gift of your<\/p>\n

body, and that I did not<\/p>\n

treasure the forgiveness you<\/p>\n

granted me for all my human<\/p>\n

failings, if they try<\/p>\n

to say I did not love you, if<\/p>\n

they try to say I did not<\/p>\n

live to love you, don\u2019t<\/p>\n

believe them,<\/p>\n

don\u2019t believe them.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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Epitaph When they come for me, whether they are angels, hunters with crossbows and hounds, cherubs in plastic armour from Honest Ed\u2019s, or the guys from Scott\u2019s College Movers \u2013 when they come, for they will, inevitably, one day arrive, … Continue reading →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":131,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-57","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wordpress.viu.ca\/ruzeskyj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/57","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wordpress.viu.ca\/ruzeskyj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wordpress.viu.ca\/ruzeskyj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wordpress.viu.ca\/ruzeskyj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/131"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wordpress.viu.ca\/ruzeskyj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=57"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/wordpress.viu.ca\/ruzeskyj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/57\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":237,"href":"https:\/\/wordpress.viu.ca\/ruzeskyj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/57\/revisions\/237"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wordpress.viu.ca\/ruzeskyj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=57"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}