...lost an Egyptologist, a scholar, a meticulous researcher, and rigorous academic who touched the intangible, helping to bridge the gap between understanding and ignorance of an ancient culture; a professor and lecturer who presented difficult material deftly with wit, humour, and a sense of style- while never diluting the substance of the subject at hand...
Dr. Harold Martin Hays.
I lost my friend Harold.
A month ago.
My Beloved friend who was my muse, an inspiration to me in so many ways he never had a chance to know. A friend who profoundly changed my perceptions, challenged me to reconsider how I thought....
Harold was a keen lover of art, music and very supportive of all I did- the poetry, the photography, the paintings, the drawings...everything.
His death is a devastation to me.
I don't believe there is "reconciliation" in this loss. It can only be endured...with great difficulty....
(and hope to pick up the shards enough to honour him by being able to paint again....)
a not so gritty kitty who does live in the city....a (properly) roaming khaat whose eye loves to linger... take pictures....& bake challah!