Born on the 15th March 1960, died on Saturday 16:24, 10 December 2016.

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Battled cancer for a long time.

 

Finally diagnosed with Spinal Cancer, and within a few weeks passed away.

During her final few days, people visited her, friends, colleagues …..

Death be not Proud (Sonnet X)

When confronted by a dearest one who passed on I somehow am always reminded of this poem about death, written by John Donne in 1609.

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, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and souls deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better than thy stroake; why swell’st thou then;
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more, Death, thou shalt die.

An English Sonnet, that ends characteristically with the rhyming couplet. We sleep for a short while, and once everything has died, who must perish, death itself.