For Abbie

I grew this!
Originally uploaded by rockmother.

Well, the end finally came yesterday around 18.40 our time and around 13.40 where Abbie lives. The end and hopefully a new beginning. A few days ago Abbie asked me if she was going to the ‘promised land’ or ‘hell’ (she was never religious so I was quite surprised by the tone of her question)? Well I said, if hell is the place you would least like to be or in fact deserve and the promised land is the best place you’ve ever loved and could not ever get bored of then yes, you are going there. And then she said, can you help me? I’m stuck and need directions. So surreal, so poignant and so clear. We always joked that we would meet up on her favourite Greek island and loll about snacking on fine food and wine without a care in the world. A place where there is no time and all the time in the world. I hope she’s there already and I know I’ll be there one day. We all will – laughing and joking and having fun. Until then, there will be a little hole in the world that neither earth, nor rain or air can fill. Just an empty little pocket that Abbie once filled. If you bend down and put your ear to it you can hear a little shrill laugh. That’ll be Abbie having a ball.