Sunday, 13 September 2009

End of an era

Who could have imagined that tonight I would be sitting in Antwerp at Di's table writing, sitting after eating some good old kiwi comfort food after a long flight. A lamb roast is such a kiwi icon. Of course I just enjoyed the veges but yum. It's all been a bit of a blur but I knew I needed whanau (family) and I knew the closest in all ways was Di.

My father passed away on Thursday September 11 at 10.30am NZ time. I had been waiting for the call, it came at 4am UAE time. I was relieved that his turn had come, as I knew he would be from all our recent conversations. It was so difficult to see the strong man, the rock of the family, in such a sorry state. Cancer had ravaged his body and left him a shell of his former self, an upsetting sight to say goodbye to when I left in mid August. The doctor said 4-6 weeks then, he was right.

Di captured how he was to her, for me that's still requiring reflection. All I knew was that the whanau had gathered and I was alone and in need of whanau who knew and understood. Di was the one. Sue, Rau and Mary-Anne swung into action and here I am. How important good friends are at times like this, good friends and family.

2 comments:

Paul Madgwick said...

Kia ora Julie

Nga mihi aroha ki a koe me to whanau pani i raro i o koutou kakahu pouri.

Our thoughts are with you, being so far from home at such a personal time.

With good remembrance of a good man ...

Paul Madg

Jule's Short Story said...

Kia ora Paul.

Thanks for your kind thoughts. Yes, it's hard being here unable to support everyone and get support. I'm with whanau so getting lots of TLC.

He's out of pain and probably having a beer with Archie and Keith wondering what all the fuss is about. I hope so.

J