Dearest, dearest Ghazi…
My rock, my sunshine, my partner-in-crime…
Only you can make me dredge up an old unflattering photo of myself and post it for all the world to see.
There are no words to describe the pain I feel right now.
So I shall just say that I love you, so very very much.
Goodbye my dear brother.
Thank you for the great times we’ve had together.
Till we meet again.
“Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone.
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling in the sky the message He is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever, I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun.
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.”
Source: Rachel Rcl
