Wazza helps out Santa at Federal pre-school
There are times in life . . . not many, when words fail.
Last week at the funeral of a friend, I struggled to find the right words; words that were meaningful to me, to his family and to the two young children he left behind.
I listened to stories about Warren’s adventures – the ones I knew and the ones I had never heard of until his funeral.
In the end- it was the simple words that held us together.
Like when Waz was Santa’s helper on his ride-on mower, his sailing trips and how he loved to dress up for a party at the hall.
Of the way he teased and joked his way in and out of life.
We sat around the village hall, our plastic chairs pulled close together, and shared our stories, long into the night.
The conversations were deep even though the words were small.
