Striding and confident towards the departure gate – back to the books, back to the city, back to the joy of new friends, old friends, unfriends, back to negotiate that unexpected fork in the academic road … totally, completely, utterly unaware of the joy that she brought with her on this quicker than quick overnight journey …. just 24 hours to lift the spirits of us … far away and doing it just a little bit tougher every day in the smog and squal of chemo land! knowing, smiling, sharing, leveling … only Rosie can get it , measure it and fix it … 24 hours … Sydney/Darwin/Sydney … pots of coffee, piles of curry, ice cream with mix-ins, selfies and filters, whose got my charger, I need a hair tie, which towel is mine, shut down your apps, Mum ….. and two long tall bodies over the edge of tiny single beds in tiny bedroom two … sleeping silent while the grown ups toss and pace … together though .. and knowing that however hurdlesome, it is us!
I sit until I hear the call to board … And know that she is going … And that our spirits are lifted simply because she was here …
to the moon and back …
I love this. You have such a gift with the pen xx
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Thank you Borghilde! It brings a bit of balance to the topsy turvy!
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