

They say 
there are two things you can guarantee in this life - taxes and death. Many of 
us have had deaths in the family, parents, grandparents, siblings and other 
family members. The worst thing would be to lose a child - thank God that never 
happens. As i mentioned in a previous post, I have just lost my eldest living 
brother. He died of cancer a week ago today, June 6 2012. I had known he needed 
an operation, but not the details. He refused an operation four years ago - and 
in the intervening period has had holidays in Germany where his daughter lives, 
and an extensive trip to Bangkok in Thailand, where he lived and was based for 
many years.
I called Dave "the old man of the sea". That is what I wrote on his casket. 
Many of our family members also wrote on the casket. He will be cremated when 
the funeral directer sends his next batch to the crematorium.
I actually didn't see much of Dave over the years. Our extended family has 
lived in Christchurch, earthquake devastated Christchurch. I was born and raised 
there and left at 20 years of age to do my own thing, but sadly never got to 
Australia or anywhere else for that matter, ending up in Wellington, getting 
married and raising a family there, after a couple of years around Auckland and 
the Waikato. I saw him 15 months ago in Christchurch when our young brother died 
there - just days after that killer earthquake took the lives of over 180 
people, many of whom were visitors and overseas students.
So it was back to Christchurch on Friday, just days after a huge snowfall 
enveloped the southern city. God, it was freezing on Friday night, but 
surprisingly mild the next day. We actually sat out in the sun after the funeral 
service at the Buddhist Temple on the outskirts of the city, and the meal 
afterwards. David was a Buddhist having been married in Thailand and converting 
to Buddhism there. There was no English service, but the family didn't mind at 
all - that was the way the old fellow wanted it. He was older than I am, and I'm 
not telling you just how old - over seventy.
The "old man of the sea" ran away and joined a ship while visiting my mother 
and stepfather on the Scilly Isles off Cornwall. He voyaged all over the world, 
working for a number of shipping companies and lines. He eventually gained his 
Masters ticket and skippered supply vessels to oilrigs in Indonesia and 
elsewhere. He loved Singapore and Thailand and southeast asia in general and 
became a fluent speaker. He actually ran into another of our late brothers who 
was working on one of the oilrigs he serviced. How incredible was that? He knew 
Bob was working out there somewhere, but had just lost touch of him for a short 
while. 
Bob actually died of double pneumonia in Bangkok about four years ago. We 
have a theory he may have contracted legionaires disease from a hotel cooling 
system. Of, course, we will never kno for sure.
So "the old man of the sea" has gone on his final voyage to meet three of our 
brothers, parents and grandparents. Quite a character this quiet laidback old 
seadog who sailed the seven seas.
 
Up there on your chair, on your bed or your face!
I'm only a cat, and I don't finick much...
I'm happy with cream and anchovies and such!
I'm only a cat, and we'll get along fine...
As long as you know I'm not yours...you're all mine!
Author Unknown
Thank you Charlotte...