Ninja Days

Katana Australia- Gina's Funeral

I wish I had met Gina when she was alive.

I would have told her how much Maurizio loved and adored her, but I gathered today that she did not need me to do that.

Today was a sad old day. Oxford Street had not quite awoken when I arrived at the church. The rain held off just long enough for those hundreds of guests to arrive and leave after the service. A most beautiful rendition of 'Ave Maria' was piercing my heart, for me it was setting her spirit free.
I'll never know how people find the strength to speak at funerals. How do they find the strength to carry on?! I'd be just a sobbing mess!

Only much later today did I realise that it would have been Don's Birthday. He was certainly there in my head and heart. Like our Don, Gina died doing what she loved. Especially in that leather jacket that meant so much to her. Apparently she did some incredible work with babies. It was uncanny to hear the children's laughter from a nearby school's playground drifting into the church as the ceremony ended...

I stayed with the Katana Australia members, who welcomed me warmly. They went off to the cafe with the family, but I felt that I was overstaying my welcome a little and returned to my home.

Take care everybody.

posted by The '95 Ninja ZX6R @ 5.3.07