While my guitar gently weeps


I look at the world and I notice it’s turning
While my guitar gently weeps

Jan. Watercolour on Canson Héritage cold-pressed paper, 21×30 cm.

Two weeks ago, my brother died of cancer.
We made music together for twenty-seven years. I still can’t believe I will never see him again, sing with him, and cut out silly little things with typos from newspapers to send him on postcards.

They played “While my guitar gently weeps” at his funeral.

8 thoughts on “While my guitar gently weeps

  1. Oh no.
    I wanted to drop you a few lines for quite a while now, but I didn’t have a reason like this in mind.
    I’m very *very* sorry to read this, big hug from me. This world is a strange place …

  2. Oh God, I didn’t see this until now. (Probably a good thing, or I wouldn’t have known what to say to you in Geldern at all…) What a terrible loss. I’m so sorry to hear it.
    This is a beautiful tribute, though!

    • Das ist schon besser so – diejenigen, die’s wussten, hatten wohl auch alle das Gefühl, sie müssten mir “Herzliches Beileid” wünschen. Dabei wollte ich an dem Wochenende vor allem Abstand gewinnen (was gerade bei Fantasy/Tolkien sehr gut funktioniert, weil Jan mit beidem nie auch nur das Geringste anfangen konnte und so null Erinnerungen an ihn dranhängen).

      Interessante Beobachtung: Wenn ich Geburtstag habe und jemand gratuliert mir nicht, dann kann man schon mal gnaddeln. Wenn jemand gestorben ist und jemand kondoliert mir nicht, ist das ü-ber-haupt nicht schlimm. :)

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