March 1, 2013

• Monday 25th February - part 5

   

   

   

  Nathan had brought up Tim's rifles.

  He wanted us to shoot a volley in Tim's honour.

  So we did!

  I was first.

  The last time I fired a rifle I didn't know much about anything let alone the sizes of them.

  31 years ago, in a state of boredom one day, I picked up one of Tim's rifles, which was hanging at the back door  and fired it at something.

  Unbeknownst to me it was a 270, not the .22 which I was used to using.

  It kicked back and hit me between the eyes and split my forehead open!

   

  So this time Nathan made sure I held it right and got it all set up for me.

  It was loud!

  

  Seb helped Azzan shoot his round.

  

  Shoshannah, aiming straight and true.

  

  Despite her very painful elbow Cat fired off her shots too.

  

  All the other siblings had their turns.

  And Nathan finished the tribute with his shots.

  

   

  Special bros

  

  Gorgeous sisters

  

  Shoshannah with her special 'aunty/sis' Louisa

  

   

  And then it was time to head home.

  

   

  This photo makes me feel lonely.

  I had to leave my Timmy up here.

  I know it is only his body and he is not 'here'.

  But I felt I was leaving a huge part of me behind.

  

   

  We passed Al & Joan as they walked back to their car.

  I cant thank Al from Tasman Funeral Care enough for all he has done to assist us over this time.

  

   

  We had been up the hill in the hot sun for several hours and we were all very tired, hungry and thirsty so wasted no time in getting back home.

   

  A late lunch was quickly thrown together and we spent the afternoon relaxing and socialising.

  I was so thrilled to find the 3 wwoofers had taken good care of things in our absence and had cleaned the house.

  It was sparkling clean and a pleasure to come home to.

  Thanks Lisa, Tamara and Adina

   

  All the beautiful flowers had been unloaded and arranged around the house.

   

  

   

  The guys took a heap of folk out fishing later on which was good.

  Everyone pitched in and had food etc under control.

  I didn't have to think.

  I couldn't think.

  I avoided our bedroom.

  I didn't want to go there until I had to.

   

  Then when I did, it was weirdly okay, but at the same not not okay.

  I just hopped into bed.

  I lay there and sobbed into my pillow.

  It was empty.

  But not for long.

  At 11pm, a wee person came in and said he needed to sleep with me so he crawled in and cuddled up and we slept.

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

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