I watched my partner Kath leave the International Airport this evening.. she has returned to New Zealand to be with family and friends - a vigil over her father who has terminal cancer.. and I am filled with a sadness that seems to have depth infinite.
During the surreal return trip home I recalled the pivotal end scene in Blade Runner. Deckard had all but been beaten by Roy Batty, yet in that very moment the replicant experienced a truly human moment..
I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die.
- Roy Batty
Kath’s father is slipping away, no more than a handful of weeks at best. As we travelled to the International Airport Terminal she spoke of some of the things he would never be there to see her do. I’ve never felt my heart break in such a fashion - nothing comes close.
Life is so brief, so momentary that it is all but a candle that ignites, burns brightly then fades into dying embers. It is precious and rare and special.
Part of my soul laments at why must he die now? So soon? And yet part of me feels guilt in rejoicing that life is so short, so special, so brief that we value and prize it beyond all else..
≡ This is a journal entry relating to the topics of memory, reflections.
Brendan Borlase is a Systems and Network Administrator living in Adelaide, Australia, having lived, worked and breathed Information Technology for over 12 years. Learn more.
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