Births, deaths, marriages bring with them stories to be told
There are two ways of remembering, at least, one is to search the annals of one’s mind the other is revisit a place.
I found myself in Liverpool yesterday for Chika’s dad’s funeral. I was last in Liverpool 30 or so years ago, I was due to catch a ferry from Liverpool to the Isle of Man. The weather postponed travel and threw me into a mini adventure.
I had heard so much about Liverpool from Chika over the years, his father had founded a church in the Toxteth area and his mother worked as a doctor in the hospital. I visited the church, I spent time with his family and with him and everyone else we said ‘Au revoir’ to his father.
It was 24 years ago I came to England and it was at University that I met Chika. A friendship occurred that has remained strong since. In that time we have married, our children have been born and now they are beginning their University experience.
Yesterday we said farewell to Chika’s dad and with that came a sense of perspective, a moving of stages and a hint of the future.
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