This was supposed to be a good week. Julie is off, and her twin girls are celebrating their 25th birthday.
Last weekend, I heard that my old friend, Bill Evans, had been found dead. I haven’t seen him for over 25 years, but absence did not diminish the fondness that I felt for him. Incredibly intelligent, a talented musician, a man with a biting wit. Not much older than me, he was found dead in his home in Wales. He died alone, unable to impart his dying words to another person, his last thoughts and pronouncements unknown to history. Despite suffering many medical problems over the years, and finally being free of the pain that plagued him, I am haunted by the fact that he died alone. Nobody should experience death alone. Human contact is all important, at the second most important time in a life. I will miss him, and I applaud his constructive life.
We still had bad weather on Monday, so did little. On Tuesday, we entertained one of the twins to dinner, and she enjoyed her presents, and birthday cake. Today, Julie went to lunch with the other twin, and gave her her own presents and cake. The birthdays were justly celebrated, and were enjoyed, as such things should be
For me, the week was overshadowed by the death of my friend. As we all get older, we expect to lose parents, older relatives, and some of those around us. But little prepares you for the death of friends of the same, or similar age. The memories come flooding back, seeming like yesterday, though you know that they are a lifetime away. The sense of ones own mortality is heightened, and the mood becomes reflective, and a little pessimistic.
Tomorrow, we are planning a trip to the beach, at Overstrand. If the weather holds, we will go out again, then do some gardening. On Saturday, we will venture out for a restaurant meal, sealing the week off with an event to remember. For my old friend, now dead, none of this is possible. He can only live on in memory; his days out are no more, and his life is now consigned to history. At least he is well remembered, with love and humour. We should all hope for so much.