Thursday, June 4, 2009

Life after death communication of the river

Before I went to visit Rosie this last time, being early, I went down to the Huon River, to a spot not far from Elizabeth Point, named after a Great Grandmother. The water was caressing the rocks and I wanted to be out on it again. We used to go rowing in a boat I had built and a little fishing and as I walked along the shore the beauty of it was over whelming.

By the time I got to Rosie's Geoff had told her all about being down at the river, and had explained every detail. I feel he knows Rosie as a friend now, because that is how the conversation flows. We talked about his brother Tim and how they were getting on after his troubled death.

This life after death communication was rather personal, but the image I was left with after that conversation was of both brothers rowing along the Derwent River foreshore. Age is not relevant where they are and the image Geoff painted reminded me of a photo from his collection of the two brothers in their dingy off Tinderbox, a spot where they both grew up. The boys grew into fishermen, and later Geoff became a top filleter. Their lives evolved around fish, then Tim hung himself and Geoff lived with those questions of why for most of the time I knew him. That is for them to sort out, but they have joined up again and that makes me so happy, because I know he will not be alone again.

This photo is so much like the area of the Huon river I visited early that morning and a loverly image to remember the two boys with. I was so pleased this life after death communication had answered the question I had been pondering on, and now that Geoff has Tim as a companion again it is time for me to get on with my life.