Michael Blakey; Other Tributes
I already mentioned Pamela and Alice.
Sarah remembers one of Michael’s favourite songs.
Malcolm remembers “Mr G” and how much of a laugh he was.
Richard remembers Mike as one of the finest young men he has ever known. Which I’d agree with. He has also begun to republish some of Mike’s blog posts.
Jacqui remembers Mike as a work colleague and friend.
And me, I’m still kind of numb. Sometimes I hate this world.
[Edit: No, scratch that: I'm not numb at all. I'll tell you how I'm feeling. I'm feeling like my heart is about to fall out.]
December 1st, 2006 at 1:24 pm
Remembering…
Michael Blakey…
December 1st, 2006 at 2:33 pm
i’ve just written my first vocalised thoughts too.
December 1st, 2006 at 3:32 pm
Thanks, Ness.
December 1st, 2006 at 4:12 pm
I worked with Michael in Swansea and know how much he was looking forward to working in India. My thoughts are with his family and friends at this sad time. He will be sadly missed.
December 1st, 2006 at 7:39 pm
I can’t do my own words yet either. I’m just linking to everyone else too. I don’t know the words for the feeling when the world implodes, you’ve lost a limb and darkness overpowers everything. I manage to forget for - ooh, whole minutes at a time - then memory comes crashing back in like a physical brute force. I dread to think how many times worse it is for Michael’s real family, his parents and brother are constantly in my thoughts at the moment.
December 5th, 2006 at 7:44 pm
I met Michael perhaps 6 times on my recent visit to India in September and he impressed me and captured my heart. He bore an uncanny resemblance to my son, Davy who lives in the US. He even had his mannerisms. I had to tell him that first night as I couldnt stop watching him. He was so gracious when i told him and he struck me as kind, so sincere, nothing rough or harsh or cunning about him at all but that lovely easy smile that lit his face. He was a friend of my daughter Kathy who lives out there too. I see him head bowed over a book in Khana Nirvana; chatting to us in the Tibetan bar and telling us Irish that he was ‘pure Anglo Saxon’; smiling, reflective, thoughful. This so cruel world is a darker place with his passing. I will have masses said for him, will remember him in my prayers and his distraught family too and know that I will never forget him. May he rest in peace.