Dying confidently

Apr 20th, 2014 | By | Category: Ministry

Bill was old when I knew him: a lean, lithe individual leading a solitary, spartan existence.

He counted himself blessed, having fitness and reserves of energy far beyond many of his contemporaries. While some sat at their firesides in front of daytime television; while some drove to the shopping centre to be warm at the expense of someone else; while some talked of ailments and treatments; Bill would be covering miles beside loughshore and seashore on a bicycle as old as himself.

An old wooden caravan with tyreless iron wheels, unmoved from where it …