Please restart the week - Alan Rickman has died.

From cancer as well. And same age as Bowie.

Fuck Cancer. Fuck it to hell and back.



Always.

I shall be in mourning forever now.

No, forgive me.
If you no longer live,
if you, beloved, my love,
if you have died,
all the leaves will fall in my breast,
it will rain on my soul night and day,
the snow will burn my heart,
I shall walk with frost and fire and death and snow,
my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping, but
I shall stay alive,
because above all things
you wanted me indomitable,
and, my love, because you know that I am not only a man
but all mankind.