Saturday, 8 August 2015

Day 1

Day 1

I got the call today, I knew it was coming, we all did, we had known for a while now but today it happened. Accommodation had already been arranged, my sister used to work at a camp, so I didn’t have to worry about that. Dad had been crying, I can hear it you know, when a person has been crying, hear it in their voice. I’m a sound guy after all, I never remember dad crying. It still took longer than I had expected to get away, four perhaps five days clothing fits quite well in a school bag, Laptop, hard drive, camera – I’ll need that. Ten minutes later than I said I would be to my Baber, They didn’t complain, offered their condolences as well, fill up with petrol then I’m off, only got four hours sleep better get some V.


Not a bad trip, good traffic and not too much rain. My auntie was at nanna’s house then nanna came back her children, I’m the first grandchild. It’s funny how the conversation moves, looking at photos, “who was that?” “do you remember when…” “no I think a blue t-shirt, he always liked that one.” I’ll miss the cheeky look the one with the stiff upper lip. 53 old photos, crop, recolour, no not that one, do you have the one from when he did that thing? New bed, can’t sleep, dam V. another twenty two hour day. Maybe writing will help me sleep.

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