Sarah,
How devastating it was for me to hear of your passing…
Having spent countless hours together in our shared garden singing with the frogs and eating tomatoes and blueberries until we were “SAZIATTO!!”, I know a little part of you is with me anywhere we are in the universe.
My last experience with you was the week before I left on an extended trip to New Zealand. I was amidst deep grief and we met in the misty garden around 10am. We ripped out the tomatoes and the woven willow we’d made and then went back to your house to do a massage exchange and a sauna.
You burned words in head that day. You said: “bon voyage chickie, who knows what’s next”.
I felt like I’d see you again, but I was mistaken.
We spoke a lot about death throughout our friendship. We spoke about loss and grief and joy and we even cried tears into your brand new decking when we stained it.
I returned to Canada for a quick 3 months before returning to NZ and I tried to visit you. Our schedules missed but I know that our last moments together meant everything. Just as it was meant to be.
I’ll think of you fondly whenever I touch a piano or anytime I give a massage. Our frequent swims and garden talks brought me so much joy. You taught me so much and were a kindred friend to me.
I’ll see you in my dreams. We’ll eat tomatoes and sing to the frogs.
Ps: I left the yellow watering can in the garden shed. You can have it ❤️
