A big party
In one of his more lucid moments, not long before he died, B told me to have a “big party”. I have no idea what was in his mind – perhaps, something after his funeral, though, I’m quietly, thankful, that covid prevented that. That would have been too hard! But, I haven’t forgotten what he said. At the weekend I held a garden party (except it was held inside as it was so wet!!) and about 40 people came. Essentially, I held it because it was my turn in a trilogy of friends, but I decided to designate it, in my mind at least, as B’s ‘big party’. He would have been in his element. I can just see him, going around and chatting with everyone; occasionally, when he remembered, filling people’s glasses; me getting irritated with him because he wasn’t helping enough! But, one thing is for sure, he would have been enjoying himself. At times, the thought of organising the party without him just seemed too hard, and once or twice I got quite stressed by the thought of it, but I am glad ...