As I’m packing up to ship out I found this rare photo of my beloved sister Kerrie holding my niece Mia with our grandmother Hannah looking on. Kerrie and I were very close and although it’s been two years since she passed (01/04/12) I still grieve for her.
When I saw her in the hospital her consultant said she was very ill but in no immediate danger; he suggested she would still have another year. That was on the Wednesday (I think) and as I was booked to fly out to India on the Saturday I boarded my flight. Readers will know I lived in India for a long time and still have very strong connections there; it had been two years since we’d been back and I was so looking forward to going and seeing everyone again.
When we arrived our place (Bananaville) was exactly as we had left it; bags of rice in the cupboard, an open pack of cigarettes on the sideboard. It was almost as though time had stood still and so good to be ‘home’; over the weekend we caught up with a few of our closest friends.
On the Monday I had just about got over my jet lag when the phone went and I could see it was a UK call. I went out onto the balcony to take the call and sat in a basket seat. Kerrie’s partner Stuart was in tears and I knew before he spoke that I had lost my beloved sister. I can’t describe how I felt and still cant; even if I could I don’t want to.
At Kerrie’s service I sang the Fields of Athenrye for her at her request. Stuart was inconsolable and told me he didn’t think he could go on. He phoned me often from Kerrie’s mobile, sometimes in the middle of the night, which I found so distressing because Kerrie’s photo came up as the caller on my phone. Within six months he too passed away. His heart had broken.
Photos such as this one are so treasured for me; sometimes that’s all you have.