Hurt

December 4th:

Hurt

"beneath the stains of time
the feelings disappear
you are someone else
I am still right here"



It was a year past the 30th November since the Rebel Soul fae Aberdeen moved on, hanging up his bagpipes, always the true Scot, departing on our patron Saint's day.

I was going to do all sorts of things to remember him by but the truth was that in typical Scottish style I simply got bladdered with two of my brothers and our families. A way of hiding the stinging sensation still caused by remembering every moment of every last hour he was with me.

I thought Johnny Cash's song and Trent Reznor's lyric best sum up how I feel. I'm sure they wouldn't mind me sticking a few lines up here as the Rebel Soul loved the man and if he's gigging up in the heavens somewhere he'd have a front row ticket. Wattie Senior's last tune was "ring of fire" just before the curtain shut on him. Some thought it inappropriate, me, I thought it was Kwalitayyyy.

Da, you will never be far from me.