Dewey

This morning I received the message I hoped that I would never receive.
It began like this "If you are reading this then I'm gone.."
After roughly a year of illness our dear Dewey has passed away.
He was courageous in dealing with it all and my admiration grew and grew.
He maintained his wicked sense of humour till the end when I forbade him to die, his reply was "You have no jurisdiction in the US"

He leaves behind his wonderful girlfriend who took the time and trouble to acquaint herself with the weird world of MovieChat to write and keep us updated when Dewey was too poorly. They were each others world and my heart goes out to her.

Dewey was a splendid person, a friend. I was his big sis, we spoke about everything. 215 pages of pms and I cannot believe I'll never hear from him again.

If you'll forgive the cheesiness I think and hope Dewey would approve of this poem...

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 wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Edited to reflect the poet's name. W.H Auden