When it comes time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home.
(Mohican Chief Aupumut, 1725)
I rarely share personal stuff on this blog, but today I celebrate the life of a dear friend and former work colleague. Steve was a trade union activist, hard-left socialist, environmentalist, smallholder, home-brewer, traveller, and dedicated horiculuralist and gardener. He returned to higher education after retiring from work in 2019 after forty-years in the civil service, and was just about to start the final year of a Modern History degree.Continue reading “A Hero going Home”