How we say goodbye

It’s a rainy day here in Melbourne as I write this. Kind of appropriate for goodbyes/sadness you may think, however, I love the rain.

The way it washes things away, supports tears and gives room for the sun to bring light again when it’s over.

Our group recently lost one of our own - someone who nearly every week was first through the door with his effervescent wife, both of them charming and entertaining us with outrageous stories of athletics, acting and love.

Not only have we lost him, we have lost (hopefully only temporarily) his wife, and she has lost the other part of herself. So we grieve.

Some of our group were honoured to attend the funeral and celebration of our fellow dancer’s life where we got to hug his wife and meet his extended family and see the depth with which he was loved and cherised by his community, and his wife still is. And most importantly say goodbye.

This is not the first dancer from our group who has passed and it doesn’t get any easier. What it does remind us is that we are living. Everyday we create a ripple, meeting people, doing and saying things and the more those interactions are filled with love and kindness the more strength we share so the rain doesn’t last too long.

Vale Kevin

Vale Roger

Vale Noreen