Remember...
With true friends...
Even water drunk together is sweet.
Master Chen Hai Yang
Here it is Friday and my brother, Graham, has been laying in the morgue since Wednesday. I've been spinning through the days since then and the worst is yet to come. I drove to Wagga like a mad woman on Wednesday morning and on the way over mum didin't even blink. After we went to the house and spoke to the police I dragged mum around the hospital grounds looking for the morgue where we knocked on the door wanting to get in but no-one was there. I had this huge need to see for myself that he was dead.
Graham lived life to the fullest and had so many friends that we decided it had to be a big funeral, not some private affair "because that's what people do in these situations". There's people coming from all over Australia and they also need to grieve. Many of Graham's friends have phoned to ask to be a pall-bearer or to speak at the funeral. The pub he haunted was full on the day with people giving him a send-off.
We all loved you Graham, and I wish you well in the next life. Your decision is one that those left behind are finding very hard to comprehend, but it was your choice and eventually we'll accept that. For now though, the only thing that made sense to me was something my other brother, David, said. "15 minutes of madness".
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