Wednesday, 21 January 2015

Blog 15 –Christan bank and Memorial for Uncle Brian


Blog 15 –Christan bank and Memorial for Uncle Brian

We travel today to Christan Bank where my parents Bill and Margaret spent many happy years.  Once again the police astounded us at the roadblock . A truck towing another truck had broken down right at the barrels and there were about 50 cars in a queue behind. The police officers were quite happy to let them stand as they constantly waved through our traffic never thinking to stop us and unbundle the huge backlog developing . As a family we visited Christan bank often and the view from their veranda over the Mazoe valley is a poignant one and special everytime we see it. Brendan assures me his phobia about swimming was established in mum and dad’s pool when I kept holding him on my hands and insisting he throw his arms around and swim. Luckily he overcame such a poor start and he became a reasonable swimmer later in his school career.




My folks developed a close set of friendships with the neighbouring families in this small rural community and so we went out to stay with Dave and Coral Baxter who were the next door neighbours. Dave and Coral have been fantastic supporters of my Uncle Brian , my dad’s remaining brother and who assisted us as proxy family dealing with all Brian’s needs and care management on our behalf. This included arranging his move to a resthome facility, management of the financial affairs and his subsequent cremation and scattering of his ashes following his passing in 2014.
The ashes were scattered at the bottom of their garden where it met the bottom of my parents old property.
It was so good to sit on their patio and alongside their pool and chat with them as well as other close friends of my family John and Debs Lafferty and Marcia Hill. Many good memories were shared.






After drinks and nibbles we had a wonderful meal provided by Coral and the bottle of Champagne we had brought was suitably opened when Brendan was able to log on to his School exam results website and obtain his results of Excellence at NCEA Level 3.  He has made his family very proud and it was great to celebrate with such close friends of the family in a home alongside my parents old home where brendn had spent many of his early days before the move to new Zealand. Brendan mentioned the great opportunity to receive his results in the evening where it could be so nicely celebrated over dinner rather than as it would be in New Zealand fighting to get onto the webpage early morning when it often crashes  due to demand.

We probably had our best sleep that night and Coral has a theory that the spare room is a sedative because everyone reports a successful sleep when hosted in that room.
We had a wonderful cooked breakfast and then were shown down to the bottom of the garden by Dave and Coral and left there to pay our respects to Uncle Brian. We read out the order of the day of his memorial and the various messages from our family and friends that had been usent on the day. This was an emotional time with the recognition that quite by chance this was also a day coinciding with the 15th January in New Zealand and the anniversary of my father’s passing.







 
A few tears were shed and I was well supported and loved by my family.
We left Brian’s resting place with sad hearts but also with a feeling of completeness.
 It is a wonderful place with a grand view of the mazoe valley.


We were lucky enough to then be able to walk down the driveway to my folks old house which remains almost the same. It was great to stand on the lawn overlooking the pool and down into the valley again. Brendan is definitely feeling the scale of things as a grown up man as he struggles to associate the current views with what appeared huge distances across the gardens that he remembers as a smaller child.
We were most grateful for the opportunity afforded us.

 

 



After a brief chat with dave and Coral we packed up the car again and travelled back into Harare to catch up with further special friends.

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