Ninja Days

THE WAKE

An all too quick trip to Nelson Bay/Shoal Bay for Jeremy's Wake pushed us back into the warm embrace of the past. Jeremy pulled up as we arrived at the church. We felt pretty special having that time to ourselves. It was'nt long before the crowd had gathered to farewell him. Earlier I snuck into the church in search of some tissues and saw that a fairly recent picture of Jeremy, dressed in a black and white chequered flanelette shirt, had been placed on his casket. At that distance it looked as if he was holding a beer and I wondered how that would go down in that Catholic church... Looking at the feeble attempt of a rainbow... at least a proper rainbow with the actual colour combination would have been pleasing and...appropriate..., I found very little I could identify with. The 'father' spoke well, but I doubt he'd ever met him alive. Whilst the technology took on its own pace and by the way...there would have been no glitch on a Mac!...we watched his remaining images in a DVD presentation and listened to his exit song by Bob Dylan. In our minds he will stay forever young.

The wake was held in the Fisherman's Club, where, amongst old friends, who looked like aging rock stars, we were taking our time dwelling in memories.


Only a few days earlier the family had made a booking for a meeting regarding some much needed intervention. He wondered if they would let him back into the joint after being asked to leave the last time he attended... Must have been SOME night, eh?!

posted by The '95 Ninja ZX6R @ 4.5.07