In Memorium…Part I of many…
>I am here with some close friends, keeping close as we do not want to be alone, and while we started out somewhat merry, a few drinks, feeding our kids, and lucky to be alive and well, at 6pm we sat, as one, yet completely alone again, listening to the roll call of the first announced deceased. With me were two mates, fellow hard rugby players, in complete silence, Jason wouldn’t even look at the TV screen, none of us wanting to be the first to cry, but when two children, toddlers were named, younger than all of the kids here, was too much to bear.
Our kids are still playing, running around the house, playing with their dolls and colouring books…so I wish to have the same innocence of youth. They are in fact the lucky ones and I hope that the worst thing they have to deal with are the constant shakes we are still getting.
Our thoughts go out to the family and friends of those named thus far, and we would offer anything in the world for you to have them back.
Our kindy has rung us to be part of a large picnic tomorrow for a parent still listed as missing in PGG…personally, we think it is way to early, what are we meant to say to her when we meet her? This is so fucked…fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…and it is only going to get worse.
“You can shed tears that they are gone,
or you can smile because they have lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that they’ll come back,
or you can open your eyes and see all they left.
Your heart can be empty because you can’t see them,
or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember them only that they are gone,
or you can cherish their memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind,
be empty and turn your back.
Or you can do what they’d want:
smile, open your eyes, love and go on.”