So Monday we said goodbye to Anne Marie, sadly taken from us and her loving family too quickly.
Sorry I wasn’t always there, Anne. I’ll see you on the other side.
Thanks to Nick and Teresa and Grace and all Anne’s family and friends. Bless you all.
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Some works don’t end. They echo. “Apes Ma” and “Fitter Happier” gave us the edge of language, the moment just after sense unravels. But what follows? What lingers in the silence after the static? What shapes itself in the quiet? Memory. Not the nostalgic kind. Not warmth. Something stranger. Something inherited. Every time I hear “New Rose”, Dave, I salute you, brother.