A moment when sound seems to stop.

The memorial service for our friend was held yesterday. It went smoothly despite me having to write out some of the music from memory late the night before, and a few last-minute glitches at the Chapel.

In the evening his sister and brother-in-law from Australia stood us to dinner in the Britannia Room at Royal Natal Yacht Club. A beautiful evening and conversation and reminiscences flowed.

This misty morning was an instance of when all conversation ceases and even sounds of nature seem to be muted: a Silence of impressions while the ashes were scattered. The Indian Ocean seemed a fitting place, as joining the friends in South Africa with the relations in Australia.

 

Then we had a light breakfast overlooking part of the beach on the same stretch of coastline. We transported our visitors to the airport in the early afternoon. They only spent two nights with us, but by the time they left they seemed like old friends. Instant rapport.

© January 2018 Colonialist.