My sister in law passed over into the spirit world over Easter.
I saw her when I visited W.A. in February. I knew how ill she was, poor love. Cancer had well and truly ravaged her. As she walked me to my car one afternoon, I felt we were saying goodbye. I hugged her fragile body and really couldn’t find words to say. Goodbye feels so final. ‘See ya later’ is what I usually say, but this day, something caught in my throat. I knew her time was severely limited and felt particularly sad for her kids and my brother who had been with her for many many years.
I reflected on primary school and meeting Guz who wanted to play in my netball team. Being captain, I had to make any necessary changes each week, listen to girls who wanted to play different positions and adjust the team accordingly. She always had an easy going laugh about her which I instantly warmed to. Who knew that one day, a couple of decades up the track, she would marry one of my brothers?
Over the years we drifted apart. I moved away. We lived in different states and at times it felt like we lived on different planets. People grow apart, interests change and some move on. Yet recently, when I was back home, I realised something hadn’t changed that much. We linked back into a past we could both recall. Times before children were born, before partners and divorces, and long before family fall outs over trivial issues.
And so as I sit thinking about Guz as we affectionately called her at school, I know that life goes on. We feel our sadness and accept our grief. None of us know how long we have. Anything can happen and I try to always be mindful of a quote I recently read….
“We are all just walking each other home.”