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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