An Asian Christian woman living in London blogging about the everyday issues of religion

Sunday, 27 November 2011

The Sadness of Sundays

The death of the very talented Gary Speed has triggered this blog post. His passing was particularly melancholic because it happened on a Sunday. I must say that I do not know whethere there was a causal effect in the day of the week and Gary Speed killing himself but I can imagine that for many Sunday must be a hard day to get through.

Joyce Grenfell wrote the following line in a poem, 'Nor when I am gone, speak in a Sunday voice'.
This, for me, sums up the sadness of a Sunday which is devoid of the structure of a working week with workmates or routines to follow or the relaxed bustle of a Saturday. After six days of rubbing along with others a cloak of loneliness and silence can fall on many on a Sunday.

Have you noticed the amount of people sitting alone in chain coffee shops on a Sunday or the ones who linger after church because they do not want to go home? There is a lot of expectation of Sundays - families have to be happy, it's a day of catch up with friends and family and slogans such as 'Sunday is a Funday' don't help either.

Prayers for Gary Speed and his family.


  1. The demise of Gary Speed is a big blow to many football fans. Speed will be missed dearly for sure. Read more about Gary Speed Death here. One thing is for sure. Speed may be gone but in the eyes of football, he will live on as a Wales Legend.

  2. Yes, it is a big blow to football to lose a giant of a talent. May his memory live on in the halls of football legends.

  3. I guess it's a day in which the adrenalin drains out of you, and it can be boring. But, to tell the truth, I love and look forward to Sundays to just deeply rest and relax. Our whole family loves it--it's our do-nothing day1