quiet days indeed
It was a strangely unsettling weekend … terribly grey and oh so very quiet. Julian’s dad passed away on Sunday afternoon. Julian was holding his hand and without any drama, Robert’s pulse grew slower and weaker, then vanished altogether. And that was it. I’m so glad he was there. Julian and his brother seem peaceful about their dad’s passing. He had been sick a long time. Robert’s wife is heartbroken. Well of course.
Meanwhile, Abby and I sewed. Worked on essays and assignments. Talked about love and death and the expectations we have of life. We called my Mum. Told her how glum we were. How cold and grey and quiet it was. She hopped in her car and drove on down. She’ll stay for the week, whilst Julian is away. What an absolute gem of a mother she is. How we do love her so.
It’s such a peculiar time. We weren’t close to Robert and there’s no funeral to travel for. So here we’ll stay, fulfilling all our school and nannying and studying obligations. We’ll keep calling Julian to hear how he’s doing, remind him how much we love him.
I’m sure it will continue to feel a bit sad and awkward as we await Julian’s homecoming. Keeping him close to our hearts.