The last couple of weeks have been quite emotional, I have lost two of my dearest friends, and although both were suffering and are now at peace, one cannot help but have mixed emotions.
First was my lifelong friend Kerry, I had known this moment was coming for quite a while, and her husband Sherif had warned me to expect the worst just a couple of days before her passing, but it still hurt.
Kerry and I first met when we were nine, Kerry’s sister and brother-in-law lived next to door to my family, and Kerry spent almost every school holiday with them as she lived in the south-east of South Australia in Naracoorte. I have many fond memories from those times, we were almost inseparable.
Fast forward and our relationship changed as we became young adults, and while we did not see quite as much of each other we remained firm friends, and each time we were together it seemed like yesterday. I went with Kerry to her first rock concert, Rod Stewart at Memorial Drive in Adelaide, I was not a fan but it was Kerry’s first opportunity to go to a concert so we went.
Before long Kerry told me she was to be married so down to Naracoorte I went, then it was my turn to be married and Kerry came to Adelaide with her then husband Duncan. The years rolled on and we both became parents, and I was elated to be asked to be the godfather of Kerry’s daughter Summer.
As time passed our lives went in different directions, Kerry’s brother-in-law Max was suddenly killed and I was shattered, he was like a father to me and I miss him dreadfully, and without that bond we drifted apart only to find each other again year’s later thanks to Facebook. We were both over the moon, our lives could not have been more different, but when we finally saw each other again the years drifted away, my friend was back.
Our children were now adults with their own lives, and before long I was pleasantly surprised to receive an invitation to my god daughters wedding, what a lovely day that was, not only did I see Kerry, her second husband Sherif, and all her children, but I got to see Maureen, Kerry’s sister and Max’s widow, a lovely memory.
Last August Kerry and her husband Sherif came to Adelaide from their home in Hervey Bay, Queensland, Kerry’s health was failing as the cancer took hold, and she wanted to say goodbye to her friends and family in South Australia in her way, whilst she still could. It was a bittersweet moment as I watched Kerry get into her car and we waved goodbye, and now she is gone. Rest in peace my dear, dear friend, and say hello to Max for me.
Last week I lost another friend, again it was not unexpected but when the end came it was quick. I will not elaborate further at this point as the funeral is a private one and yet to be held, suffice to say I will miss you, rest in peace.