Home is the sailor, home from sea,

Posted: July 1, 2008 in Uncategorized

Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.
This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.

A close friend of mine lost his brother last week in a freak and devastating accident. There is a gang of us – including this friend who has now buried his younger brother – who have been close mates since we started secondary school and the weekend has been a horrible shock. Not having any brothers myself, I see these guys as the equivalent and it meant alot for me – and for us – to be there when one of our group needed the others most.
At the graveside this epitaph of Robert Louis Stevenson’s was read and it rang out perfectly on a gloomy, wet afternoon in the desolate countryside cemetery, so I reprint it here.
Apologies for the change of tone in this post – if it jars a little – but I needed to mark it here, for my own peace of mind if nothing else. Back soon..

  1. Gardenhead says:

    i only read this now adam. I’m very sorry for your loss. It’s so sad when somebody dies young.

  2. Adam says:

    Thanks Darragh. Appreciate it.

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