Last night the son of the Maori family over the road died of a heart attack in town.
He had been seriously injured in a motorbike accident a fair while ago, and had taught himself to walk again.
I saw him and his wife walking to town and back many times, and talked to his wife a couple of times. There was always a smile and a wave.
This morning friends and relations were with the family, sitting and talking on the deck. Usually the body of the departed is in the house for friends and relatives to say farewell, I don't know if he was there.
We gave them a small gift and expressed our condolences.
It brought back memories of losing my Mountain Man, and we exchanged hugs.
A sad loss to good people.
Very sad.
ReplyDeleteNever an easy time. My condolences.
ReplyDeleteVery sad and poignant. Hope all otherwise well with you all out there. Here it's bitterly cold with extremely strong Westerlies. I'm middle of packing for return to UK, feeling a bit weary already before the journey has even started!
ReplyDeletehow very sad. Loss is a universal experience isn't it?
ReplyDeleteGive thanks for the good times. They outweigh the sadness.
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