I've been in my cave. Each morning I arrive into consciousness with that missing of Bob.I remember his lips, and wish I'd have dallied longer in his eyes. However, I've started looking at the news, and slowly slowly take in outside world. Syria.
Category: Bob
Bob’s last party at Ph’s barn
The evening at Ph’s barn, was magic. Most had left, few came, mostly locals, but also Pete Sinclair and Bev, who’d filmed with Bob in Kathmandu and attempted to film the Haj with him in the early 1970’s. Here in a Suffolk farm barn, with firey space heaters to warm, we drank Ann Dingwells paid for wine,… Continue reading Bob’s last party at Ph’s barn
Post Bob’s funeral to Louise
Darling one - LOVED your words. I read them now, end of day, the house empty but for my incongruous flat mate, in between lives of lover and ex’s,who sits and checks facebook, tells me it's cold outside, while I busy around, washing up, hovering, walking dog. Giggled like a school girl, with the ego on… Continue reading Post Bob’s funeral to Louise
Eve of Bob’s funeral
The eve of Bobs send of, the clan of diverse friends are gathering. We put into the table our stories, most often the first meeting. Ruth when she was 25, could not box him. Sarah told a story of Bob being flustered, afraid, but he was never afraid she concluded. Yes, says Louise, he was… Continue reading Eve of Bob’s funeral
Bob and Toby – desire to change (Feb 2016)
An email from Louise, starkly honest, declaring those moments when she wanted to change Toby into something different, healthy, longer lasting. Doing housework, she’s come across Toby’s olives in the fridge. “…All dried up - god he knew how to cook - anyway suddenly I was filled with this enormous feeling of elation and gratitude. Puzzled, I went… Continue reading Bob and Toby – desire to change (Feb 2016)
Bob -and friendships (Feb 2016)
He was like my Gabrial Oak, one I was returning to after all. My last memories are of kindness (when not being bossy) and tenderness. It could so easily have not been the case. Oh we’d had had our battles, never lasting long, and more spatty than aggressive, I wanting to change him, away from… Continue reading Bob -and friendships (Feb 2016)
Bob on the Fridge
Housework works. Cathartic and wholesome. I found BOB LOVES RACHEL AND KALI in fridge magnets on my fridge. How had I not noticed it? When he did it the week before. Indeed there is much I didn't notice In the most mundane of moments memories arrive. Filling up with petrol, Bob always knew the price… Continue reading Bob on the Fridge
Bob – Writing
Saturday, writing with Dean and Michael. What luxury to have this space in which to find the words to describe this time. I have not found it since. Trust in Dean and Michael, happy to be amongst strangers. What a marvellous pursuit to wail out loud (like they do in Iran full body, full black) and… Continue reading Bob – Writing
Bob and logs
‘What's the purpose?’ Bob used to ask of me writing my diaries, a non rhetorical and open question. He had the knack of asking the important questions. I didn't know the answer, but kept the question as I wrote on through the years. He modernised the name and called them logs.Now they are called blogs,… Continue reading Bob and logs
Bob
‘Hi Bob’ The gardener, who’d I’d never met said: ‘No it’s not Bob, it’s Steve the gardener. I’ve got some sad news.’ Wednesday. Expecting Bob to arrive the next day for Book Club and to stay a few days. I saw Bob’s call come through earlier in the day, but did not have time to… Continue reading Bob
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