If you have read any of my posts recently you will know that we are having a particularly wet and windy Spring here in New Zealand. We have one beautiful Spring day followed by three of the other kind.
But the Spring bulbs are in bloom and in my garden, there are a couple that are really special.
Last year, in the week before my accident, I went to the funeral of a close friend. If a funeral can be described as happy this one was.
People recounted memories and tales of fun shared with the deceased. Then, just before the coffin was taken out of the chapel to the sound of “Wish Me Luck As You Wave Me Goodbye” we were told to take a couple of bulbs from the box at the rear so that next year when the Spring came, we would all remember Jilly. And that is what has happened this year.
Isn’t that a lovely thought. I have suggested to my daughter that they do something like that so that my friends may remember me. Oh no, I don’t plan to die for many years yet, but just saying…
“Wish me luck as you wave me goodbye
Cheerio, here I go, on my way
Wish me luck as you wave me goodbye
Not a tear, but a cheer, make it gay
Give me a smile I can keep all the while
In my heart, while I’m away
‘Till we meet once again, you and I
Wish me luck as you wave me goodbye”.
And of course, having thought back to that time I am again thinking of the two men in my life, both of whom are now gone but both of whom are remembered always.