We are driving across Richmond Park, in a sad procession of cars. None of us want to be here, but we’ve all made our journeys, and here we are. The traffic’s stopped for a moment, and we are waiting here, right here, appreciating the pause – a space to breathe and be silent, before what will come next. It’s beautiful here. We can see why you loved it, why you came here when you wanted to breathe. It’s bleak, though. The January sky is bone white, and everywhere is grey – the trees, the ground, even the deer that gather and rest, so close to us, so tame. We are waiting to move off again, when suddenly there’s a flash of green movement – a parakeet – sudden, incongruous, wildly glamorous. It’s like a message from you, reminding us that life is fun – your favourite word – and that we should remember you with cocktails, and silk scarves, and laughter. One day we’ll manage that. I promise.
Sudden green arrow
Piercing the grey winter light
Promise of laughter.
This is for Raj, who walked away from us two weeks ago, and left the world a little duller, a little greyer, a little less glamorous. She carried her life like a bouquet of roses, and shared the scent and colour with us all. DVerse is asking for waiting haibuns. It seemed to fit.DVerse
Nice memorial. I liked the promise to remember the laughter at the end of both pieces.
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Thank you.
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Beautiful memory, and poem. I can feel the gray, emptiness left behind. Though, the poem at the end has life, again.
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A beautiful haibun and the flash of green feels like a message from your friend 💖
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Such a lovely and moving tribute to Raj both in words and spirit ~ Condolences and may you remember her memories with laughter ~
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Thank you. She was a very special person.
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sweet… it must have been difficult, but hope in the end
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“The January sky is bone white, and everywhere is grey – the trees, the ground, even the deer that gather and rest, so close to us, so tame.” … I love where you went with this, from this sentence down. I got more and more excited. 🙂
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Thank you.
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This is so well written Sarah, a lovely tribute, it fitted perfectly..
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Thank you. It was interesting to think about those moments of waiting. They are like a free gift, almost, a pause. Usually I try to fill them – making lists, checking emails. I should maybe just let them be.
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A beautiful tribute… the parrot vivid against the gloom.
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Starkly real and touching, Sarah! Very descriptive!
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Heart-warming tribute, Sarah. Reminders can come from anywhere.
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This is how to remember someone – the grayness with that flash of green
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I would have loved this for my mum – she loved Richmond Park too. Lovely tribute, Sarah.
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Birds often seem to send messages from those we’ve lost. This is beautiful , both message and tribute. (K)
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What a beautiful tribute. That funeral cortege of cars…with the little flags on them. They are a drive that is so difficult to make. I love that there is a spark of color here that reminds you of her joy for life and reminds you to go on. Beautifully written. And I’m sorry you lost your very dear friend.
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Thank you. It was actually a really beautiful occasion, but so sad. Really sad.
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My deepest condolences on the loss of a wonderful and amazing friend. Yes, it is good to remember the glorious and fun parts of someone and to “carry your life like a bouqet of roses”. How incredibly beautiful and touching and this is.
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This is such a beautifully written tribute in her memory. I’m sure she’d be delighted with it.
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