Saturday, March 26, 2016

Having to face up to it.

I’ve been mulling this over over for the last few days,  unsure of what I wanted to say.  If anything.
I won’t have to tell you what “it” is,  I think you’ll figure it out.

T.C. and I got a phone call last Sunday.  I was downstairs,  vaguely aware of the phone ringing but,  and I do this more often than not,  simply ignored it.  They can leave a message,  I thought.  
But T.C. answered.

After she hung up,  she called from upstairs,  and something in the sound of her voice,  and then the look on her face,  told me something was definitely not right.
It’s a funny thing,  if you think back on how friendships are started,  and then evolve.   With ever widening circles of friends.  Some are simply in that “six degrees of separation”  category.  Some are much closer.

Our friend who passed away in his sleep some time leading up to Sunday was I hope,  in the “much closer” category.   And,  on the very rare occasion that the subject of death might come up,  he had indeed said that he simply wanted to go in his sleep.  Not that he planned it,  but he stuck to the plan.

I’m getting a little teary eyed just trying to type this.  So I don’t think I’ll be getting too long winded.

We’re off this afternoon to a gathering at one of the funeral homes for what I’m sure will be a pretty emotional time.  I’m certainly looking forward to seeing the host of people who knew this gentleman,  but in some ways I have a sense of dread.  Dreading the facing of “it”,  and the dread of knowing I’ll be a blubbering fool after the first hug.

These days,  Funeral Homes all have websites and so,  if you choose,  you can go on over there and do a little reading.  If you go down to the right bottom corner of that page,  you’ll see some photos that were taken at a couple of our trips to the drags
Oh and,  it was HIS idea that I should write a blog.  This was one of those ideas that was hatched over a cold beer one afternoon at our favourite pub before T.C. and I had made the move to Europe.   We hadn’t come up with a title yet,  but “The Caretaker Chronicles”  was one of the suggestions.

Hope you enjoy your Easter. 

Thanks for stopping by.


  1. Sorry for the loss of your good friend.
    Due to both my parents coming from large farming families it felt like something was wrong if we didn't go to the funeral home at east once a week. I actually became insensitive to this custom dealing with family, friends and coworkers even my parents. It wasn't until the loss of my wife to Cancer that I again found out just how precious life is again.
    Enjoy your memories and share them with friends. It helps to relieve the pain.

    It's about time.

  2. Well that sucks. Sorry for your loss.

  3. Sorry for your loss.
    That is my plan, is to pass in my sleep, hopefully we can pull it off when the time comes.

  4. Bob, it's part of us getting older that we start "loosing" our friends and family members - until it is our time to walk away. We lost a dear friend a few years ago and "facing up to it" I was a little more than teary-eyed when we got the phone message from out west. He was an RVer and we met in sunny California when he parked his RV next to ours. So I too feel sorry for the loss of your friend.


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