| * the Buki witch * Imogen Grace 1970 - 2007 |
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The Melbourne Goodbye..... 27.9 - 28.9 Written today, September 29th. It's no great secret to my friends, that I don't do the flying thing AT ALL WELL! Buki was once going to fly here to Sydney, just to hold my hand, so we could fly to Perth together so I wouldn't have to fly on my own.... Thursday we boarded our flight and Tony laughed and laughed at my reaction. Right up til I got real pale and he actually thought I was going to vomit! As we landed in the middle of absolute NOWHERE (Avalon), and came back into frequency, on comes a Crowded House song, and I'm reminded of why we are there, and the tears come. Howie picked us up, and I sat with Chloe, who is just the mirror image of her mum. She squeezed my hand, and puckered up those sweet little lips, then promptly told me where her mummy had died and was in heaven now, with Red the cat who has angel wings and did I know...... Kids are just like that. And that night, I showered her, and put her to bed, and climbed in with her and read her stories. Those are the simple things we take for granted that we'll never have to do for our best friends because they are no longer here to do it themselves. Then when she was sleeping, we sat around the table and talked. A lot. Chloe's Oma from Holland, and her Nanny took her shopping and bought her 'special' clothes to wear to her mummy's funeral. She was special alright. When I awoke yesterday morning, Howie called me in to show me what Chloe had decided to wear. Pic above. Her mum wanted colour, colour she got. We took Chloe for a walk to feed the ducks. Simple things keep kids minds busy, even when adults minds are full. To me, she was Buki, to her man and family, she was Imo, and to Chloe, she was just mummy. Her brothers were there, from Ireland, and Holland, and her dad from the USA. The last time we were altogether, was when Chloe was christened. Not quite complete. Buki was never all that religious, and I knew it. So I made sure that the prayer I had to read at the service, didn't involve the lord keeping her safe in his hands. She'd have struck me dead by lightening on the spot. As it was, it truly was four seasons in a day. We awoke to sunshine, then came gale force winds, more sunshine, a huge downpour, hale... At the end of the service, right around the time that coffin was being splashed with holy water, there was thunder. I can smile about it now. We should all know a love as good as the one between my beautiful friend and her man. One that can withstand the tests that are thrown at us along the way. And the beautiful interludes that come with it. Like a six year old that has people around her that love her greatly, and will help her remember what an important and beautiful person her mum was and will always be.. I bought Buki a journal, a couple of years ago. We wrote notes to each otherr in it, memories. Yesterday I read it. In it, she'd written the things she was blessed for. I will miss her every day. She lived a full life, with people that adored her, even when she tried not to let them. And she managed to have attitude with all of us at one time or another. Friends do that Last night, to cap off what we'd call a 'witchy' moment, as we arrived into Sydney the first song that came on, was yet another Crowded House song... I'd heard it very recently. Yesterday, during her funeral. I'd like to think it was her way of saying "Suck it up Stormy, your feet are back on the ground and you're safe". I'm glad it's okay to be sad. Because I think I'll be sad for a long, long time. And I'm not the only one. I'm lucky I've got a boy that held my hand through it all, that I adore, and who takes care of me. And girls I treasure in my life that are just precious..... But we don't forget the ones that have walked ahead of us. I Won't Give In - Crowded House but sung by Sarah Blasko. These Are The Day's Of Our Lives - Freddy Mercury. On The Day You Were Born - Alt....... |
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