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This blog entry is inspired by the death of Roger, at 3rd and long.
“And I, brother John Clyn, a monk from Kilkenny, have written in this book the notable events which happened in my time, for I saw for myself, or have learned them from men who deserve to be believed. So that these notable events should not be lost from the memory of future generations, I, seeing these bad things, and die whole world surrounded by evil, wrote down what I heard and investigated; and I leave parchment for my work to be continued, in case any man can escape this pestilence and continue the work I began.”
This quotation is from the time of The Great Mortality, commonly called “The Black Plague” of 1347-352. This monk saw the world he knew literally dying. Whole villages were dropping dead and civilization was coming to its end. He writes with the resignation death would soon come for him. At the end of his entry, he leaves room on the page. I like he is thoughtful so about his readers. I also like the sand-grain-size hope perhaps someone will live to carry on the journal. This grim bit of history has always fascinated me; perhaps I am haunted by him. How responsible is it for the living to carry on the work of the dead?
In the decade-plus years of blogging I have seen the end of countless blogs. Most times the authors seem to simply lose interest and stop writing. They do this without word of warning or explanation. I drop by from time to time in hope but I usually stop after six months when I recognize they are not coming back. Once in a while I know the reason is the author has died. Someone (usually a relative) comes on to write a note to tell the readers the author has died.
Most of the time when I realize a blog is kaput I stop going and these are forgotten. Sometimes while editing my old entries I see a comment that makes me recall an old blogger. I press on the link and I am back to a place I haven’t visited or remembered in years. There it is, sitting there like a souvenir of a holiday long ago forgotten.
However there are some defunct blogs I have bookmarked for me to revisit from time to time. These are more like virtual gravestones. I can drop by and read an old entry. They remind me of saved old letters written by deceased aunts and grandmothers.
I wonder what would become of Spo-reflections if I were to suddenly die. I fret Spo-fans would be in a lurch as to what happened. I plan to prepare for such an event, for I don’t want people wondering where did I go all of a sudden. The late Roger and his quick demise prompts me to finish my editing. I want my blog published on paper lest I croak or WordPress suddenly pulls up stakes etc.
I don’t plan on dying anytime soon; I hope for years if not decades of scribblings to come. But you never can tell.