caitlinwalker
10-01-2008, 10:59 PM
We decided a long time ago that the things we do for David are out of love not profit. We separated work and our work relationship with him from how much we loved him as a friend and family member. He became a big brother to us and Uncle to Georgia, guide parent to Guy and sadly never met baby Grover. It’s the things that we loved about him that we miss and feel most now. His tender care of the children, taking Georgia to theatre, calling guy his googi boy, his humour, his exasperating impulsiveness, massaging Caitlin while she’s in labour, the ridiculous equipment in all of our sheds and those of my in-laws as he develops and drops ideas, the whirly gig parked in our street.
We worked together, played together, lived together and Shaun protected him, cooked for him and nurtured him – Shaun created the environment for David to sit in our garden philosophising about the Greeks while I bullied him into walking tall and taking care of himself. I could see the shape he could be in and wanted to give back some of what I’d gained from him. He was in really good shape when he died; for what that was worth. Now that he’s gone; Shaun would like to cook for him one last time (at least) I’ve suggested to Shaun we could do a Hungi for David – a Maori BBQ that Shaun loves and David loved and Shaun knows how to organise – for large numbers of people
Maybe at Easter and an open invite to anyone who wants to come and celebrate and commemorate. Here in the North West?
We need a venue – a field where people can camp at Easter, where Shaun can cook – where anyone who loved or benefited from his life or work can come together and spend a day/night together.
What say you?
This could be a great opportunity to gather and share various views and experiences of his work and start looking for the pattern that holds the variation.
We worked together, played together, lived together and Shaun protected him, cooked for him and nurtured him – Shaun created the environment for David to sit in our garden philosophising about the Greeks while I bullied him into walking tall and taking care of himself. I could see the shape he could be in and wanted to give back some of what I’d gained from him. He was in really good shape when he died; for what that was worth. Now that he’s gone; Shaun would like to cook for him one last time (at least) I’ve suggested to Shaun we could do a Hungi for David – a Maori BBQ that Shaun loves and David loved and Shaun knows how to organise – for large numbers of people
Maybe at Easter and an open invite to anyone who wants to come and celebrate and commemorate. Here in the North West?
We need a venue – a field where people can camp at Easter, where Shaun can cook – where anyone who loved or benefited from his life or work can come together and spend a day/night together.
What say you?
This could be a great opportunity to gather and share various views and experiences of his work and start looking for the pattern that holds the variation.