I saw this picture Gazing over the cliff tops…. by Wigs and it reminded me of a very sad and thought provoking news story I saw recently in the UK where a couple committed suicide after their much loved handicap son died very young. They had him in a bag with them when they died. As a parent I still cannot even begin to comprehend how they must have felt. Very, very sad and moving story.

Made a connection also with the words of W. H. Auden
’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 on 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 for ever: 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.’