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...