The Ocean
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A collection of short essays and poems written by journalist Warwick McFadyen on the subject of death, grief and loss in the first years after the death of his son in 2019, describing with heartbreaking acuity his emotional responses to everyday life and the ever-present nature of his family's enormous loss.
Warwick McFadyen
Warwick McFadyen is a highly respected writer and poet. He is a journalist with the Melbourne Age newspaper.
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The Ocean - Warwick McFadyen
FLOOD
December 2019
(Two months)
When my dear son’s heart stopped
Every day I stare into the abyss, and say good morning. Before sleep, I go to it again and say good night, adding, See you in the morning. The abyss sits on a shelf.
Sometimes, I reach up to it, and slightly touch its edge. Just to know that it is real, that it exists and that this is not a dream without sense. I tell the abyss that I love it. I love it so much my heart breaks. For before it became the abyss it had another name.
Hamish. My son.
Hamish died in October. He was 21. His heart failed, as all hearts do. But in one just starting out in life, the anguish of early death is telescoped into a dense black star of what might have been, should have been.
It sits dead in our hearts.
After the first monstrous waves of black grief smash you into the sand, again and again, the tide has receded. First you are left numb, time is divided into real and not real. My wife and daughter, we three, riding a sea of tears and memory. These are but the early days of grief, I know, a life of loss is stretching forever.
After the furious storms and gales of lament that howled against heart and mind, a surface calm is developing and a stone, weightier than the earth is sinking within the ocean of the soul: that is death and love.
Hamish should have been on the funeral dais in 40 years, speaking of his dear old man, dead at 101, But that would have given life a fairness, and life is not fair. I spoke at his funeral. This is what I said:
Words aren’t enough.
I’m not much of a talker, but I’m a good listener, and now I keep listening for his voice, just two words, Hey Dad. And they’ll never come to me again. But I can talk to him, and of him here, among friends and family. He is with us, within us, and we are with him.
When Hamish was living in St Kilda, he would phone me and say Hey Dad, I’ve just written a couple of poems, can I read them to you? Or he would text: Hey dad, got a poem I just wrote down at the park that’ll be waiting for you (whenever I was next coming down). Excellent, I’d say, You’re on fire. He’d reply, Hopefully it’s a long streak haha. They were good,