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| Friday, July 20, 2007 |
| Remembrance |
A friend is getting married.
This makes me both happy and sad. I remember going to her first wedding, as a 13 yr old. I remember being annoyed when she got engaged the first time, because she was marrying my father's best friend. He was like an uncle to me - better than any of my "real" uncles, because he was actually living close by. He and Dad took us fishing, we made radio-controlled gliders and flew them off the sand dunes, he was the one to blame for introducing me to computer games. He promised to teach me to write DOS scripts but never did. He would be our sitter on the rare occasions Mum & Dad went out without us. When we lived at Elcho, he was right next door. He came over for dinner every Wednesday. He had a springer spaniel called Grotty. He and Dad put down both Grotty and our dog, Scotty (not deliberate - he came with that name) when they got heartworm. He had a big saltwater fishtank, bigger than ours. He gave me a book of Henry Lawson poems for my birthday one year that got lost in the move South. My Dad flew in the search party when he (and she, and another couple) failed to return from a boat outing, and we all went to the wharf together to pick them up when they happened to be found by a passing barge after two days. When they got engaged, I was cross because I knew we wouldn't see as much of him any more. I guess, because I was a child, it didn't occur to me that she would become a friend too. When I got engaged, they came to our engagement party because my parents couldn't.
When he was dying of skin cancer, I didn't go to see him as often as I should have, and I felt bad for that. After his death, she moved back North, to Darwin.
And now she's getting married again - of all things, to a guy she met on the internet! So. I'm happy for her, because she was lonely. But sad, because I still remember that first wedding, and walking up the red dirt road to the church with him. |
posted by Ata @ 8:38 am  |
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It's awful losing people. But lovely when you have such wonderful memories of them.
It's great that she's found happiness again, despite the bittersweetness of it all.
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It's awful losing people. But lovely when you have such wonderful memories of them.
It's great that she's found happiness again, despite the bittersweetness of it all.