I remember the words of John Donne whenever someone dies.
It is a time of personal mourning, and sometimes a time of wider distress.
There may be any number of tributes to, and critiques of Margret Thatcher in the coming days, but there will not be one from me. Margret Thatcher damaged my country in a manner that, almost a generation later, is far from being repaired.
My family suffered personally from her policies. My relatives, friends and associates went hungry, were beaten and arrested, and lost not just their jobs, but their industries as she pursued her ideological war against working people.
I can't celebrate a death, I don't have it in me, but some deaths diminish me a little less than others.