All Things Must Pass
Our lovely daughter-in-law-to-be just lost her dad this week. Her mum passed on a few years ago too, so this is a biggie.
I’m of her dad’s generation and last holidays he and I were necking wine and swapping 70s and 80s stories; he telling me about his long distance trucking escapades while the kids ran around full of sugar and chocolate paying him no attention. He’s been around for all their lives so why talk to the old guy when there’s a DVD to watch…
Modern life does encourage us to feel connected to our memories. Thanks to Facebook its good to know about Melanie’s daughters, Rose’s funny childhood photo, barefoot Jane watching the waves, Bernie reflecting on 18 years of marriage. Our memories are connected to the present in a way that is quite surreal.
This week so the passing of a friend here in Florida, who Jackie and I got to know through the Las Olas Market, where WeltonArt had a lively stall that sold everything from essential oil soaps to avant-guard knitware. So great to have such a vibrant and enthusiastic eco-marketier on a Boulevard that, perhaps, takes such things for granted.
Alice Welton will have a memorial event in Hollywood this week, and I want to be there because, ironically in this world of social media I felt I knew her so well. But in reality I spent no time at all in her company.
In the words of an old song, that doubtless will be played at some point “I always thought I’d see you again.”
In some ways Alice was a future friend, a promise via Social Media that we’ll be able to have a great night out talking and laughing in the future. I have many future friends via my iPhoneography connections. People I know and love and appreciate but haven’t really met yet.
Now, in Alice’s case I feel like I missed a great opportunity, because she passed on too young and left us wondering where she’s gone. I now know, (if I didn’t already) friendship is an opportunity and you just can’t wait around.
My daughter-in-law has lost both her parents and here’s me, virtually twice her age and my own are very much alive and kicking. I think of Dave P and his trucking stories and then my own parents, Dad in his late seventies planning a cricketing trip to Scarborough. My wife’s dad planning his around Britain cruise.
Life goes on regardless.
It doesn’t wait around.