OOC: the end of an era

I sit here, staring at the keyboard and don’t know what to write. With read, swollen eyes, but no tears left. I’ve cried them all. An era has ended. My beloved grandfather is no longer amongst us.

I apologize for writing something so personal and not WoW-related here. My intention was really to write about my characters. I had it all planned out last night as I fell asleep.

But then the telephone rang and my world got turned up side down. The man who raised me, of whom I have the most fond and happiest memories of my childhood is no more.

So I sit here, staring at the keyboard, typing – backslashing, typing – backslashing and the only thing I can formulate into words is this. My mind keeps coming back to this and my need to cry out about my loss. I’ve lost one of the most beloved people in my life. Life will never be the same again.

May he rest in peace.

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 crepe 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 woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

~ W. H. Auden, Funeral Blues