Textling #99

A tribute to

Mag Friel
10 October 1953 – 31 December 2017

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We never cooked a meal together, linked arms, kicked autumn leaves on Peckham’s streets; never walked along the Seine, crossed Brooklyn Bridge, took train, bus, boat wherever; never dipped toes into the freezing sea in January or any other month; never talked all night, never cried together, although we often felt we might; never heard each other laugh, though laugh we did, out loud, almost in unison. At our best we made up stories, travelled North, South, East, West (to Ambridge too), sent messages from bedstead, sofa, blanket on the floor; shared desperate times, hers always so much worse than mine, and small delights, until the short supply of hope ran out and there was naught, zilch, nothing left for Mag but the brute force of M.E. in its severest form – fatigue that totally incapacitates and isolates, and leaves the sufferer with increasingly uncontainable symptoms and atrocious physical pain 24/7, in a room with curtains permanently closed.

For years Mag lived life on the point of a needle.

She took her life on 31 December 2017.

 

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6 thoughts on “Textling #99

  1. So very very sorry. What a loss. Good to hear from you again, though. Was just about to contact you to hear how you are doing.  Big hug,  Silvia 

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  2. aww Marjojo, I keep thinking about you and the friendship you both shared. Mag sounds like an incredible person. The date haunts me so much.

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