And all of a sudden it’s bedtime again soon. My days are now filled with the ‘business of dying’. Getting our Will; finding clothes…but most importantly, planning a party!
As I go throughout the day’s business I get various messages from Fraser’s friends and colleagues. Sharing stories of who he was to them…they start something like this, ‘I’m so sorry for your loss’.
screech
HUH?! Loss?! Who’s loss? What loss??
Oh. Fuck.
The gut punch that they are referring to ME stops me in my tracks. The audible gasp as I just found out that my best friend died….and then I remember…and try to inhale. Exhaling is easy. It’s the breathing back in that’s actually the work.
I should be tired at the end of the day. I mean, I am exhausted, but not tired enough to sleep. As I lie in my bed trying to talk myself into being tired enough, the grief and disbelief come to the surface. It is enough to take my supine body and curl me up into a ball of grief. Must be the protection it needs... sleep eventually finds its way.
And thank goodness, because part of the ‘business’ is planning the ‘ceremony’. That just seems so formal for the amount of fun that Fraser liked to have. He liked ceremony but he also liked a party…definitely not being the centre of attention….sorry Fraser, but you started it. 🥹So, a party we are planning…with just a wee bit of ceremony.
Friends, family and colleagues are welcome to join us on
Sunday, November 26
Heritage Pointe Golf and Country Club
2-5 pm
*ceremony 2:30
4-6pm *Optional* LaunchPad golf to let off some steam…(please let me know if you’re interested so we can book the appropriate number of stalls).
Hugs to you dear one 🤗. I so wish I could be there. Any chance of a zoom? One step in front of the other and one day at a time ♥️🙏
Celebration of having the opportunity to have Fraser in our lives. Always reflect on the gratitude of the time and opportunity rather than giving any thought to life from now on. Our lives are better for having Fraser in them.