Saturday morning at last. Fire burning, cat curled up on the beanbag, tortoise sleeping under the drumkit, teenage son asleep, coffee brewing. Perfect!
Mia is at a sleepover to say goodbye to a friend. Saying goodbye to friends is never easy. At 15 years old, it's heart wrenching. And this friend's story is achingly sad. Because on the 7th of July 2005 her dad was killed in the London underground bombings, taking with him everything that had seemed certain and safe. And still there is no walking normally through life for her and her family, no peace from the pain, instead they seem to fly and spin on winds of uncertainty and sadness. She joined Mia'a class a few years ago, when they moved from Ipswich to be nearer to her dad's family. But tomorrow they are moving on. Another leaving, another goodbye, another ending.
I hope it is a new beginning.
Go well Ruby. Your friends will miss you.
Getting a lift home from work with my friend the other day, we had to scrape the ice off her car.
"You know, " she said, " this morning my husband scraped the words - I LOVE YOU- into the ice on my windscreen."
" How romantic," I mused.
" I know," she said, " but all I could think was: why didn't he scrape the whole window!"
That "Love you" message was to me, and now that he is living away, even for just a short while, I remember how much I love him. Absences does make the heart grow fonder.
ReplyDeleteReading through your blog memories is so bitter sweet, because it reminds me of the good times I've had and the ones I will miss. Love you