Reflection for North Balwyn Uniting Church
14th of September, 2025
Jeremiah 4:11-12, 22-28
Have any of you read Richard Osman’s Thursday Murder Club series? If not, I highly recommend them. The books follow Joyce, Elizabeth, Ron, and Ibrahim, who live in a luxury retirement community and use their long life experience to solve mysteries. The latest book, The Last Devil to Die, is the saddest – spoiler alert – because in it Stephen, the husband of Elizabeth, dies after living with worsening dementia through the previous three books. Stephen is such a lovely character, and Elizabeth is shown as loving him so much that I got a wee bit weepy at his death, despite him being imaginary.
Richard Osman gives us a moment when Elizabeth is on her way to Stephen’s funeral that describes one of the common experiences of grief:
Elizabeth looked out of the window of the car at one point, and saw a mother pick up a soft toy her child had dropped out of its pram. Elizabeth almost burst into laughter, that life was daring to continue. Didn’t they know? Hadn’t they heard? Everything has changed, everything. And yet nothing has changed. Nothing. The day carries on as it would. An old man at a traffic light takes off his hat as the hearse passes, but, other than that, the high street is the same. How can these two realities possibly coexist?[1]
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