Interlude: Laurie

Day 51. 102,650 words.

For as long as I can remember, Laurie and his family have been a part of my circle of friends. That’s because he was a lifelong mate of my dad’s, so when my dad had kids and Laurie and his wife had kids, we all became friends too.

I was even their brother, for a few weeks, back when my parents were vacationing and I lived with Laurie and his family so I could get to school. I still remember those weeks, and how much I enjoyed it. I remember I even went up a level in maths[1]. This probably wasn’t specifically because of the fact that I was staying with these friends, but I’ve always connected the two things in my mind. Silly.

Anyway, they’re a wonderful group of people and I’ll always cherish my memories of our times together. Laurie and my dad would go surfing or fishing, and we kids would play on the beach. When I was in high school, we were neighbours for a while. I’ll always remember Laurie as a cheerful, lovable, positive presence in our lives. He was just a really great guy.

For the past couple of years he’s been battling cancer, and on Saturday night his battle ended.

I was glad to have had a chance to see him and talk with him on our recent trip, and to see that he was more or less his old self – with occasional understandable drifting – right up to the end. It was good to see his smile one more time.

I’m going to miss him, miss knowing that he’s there for my dad. And I can’t imagine how he’s going to be missed by his family. Pete, Cy, Soph, Nat – I’m so sorry for your loss.

That’s all for today.

About Hatboy

I’m not often driven to introspection or reflection, but the question does come up sometimes. The big question. So big, there’s just no containing it within the puny boundaries of a single set of punctuationary bookends. Who are these mysterious and unsung heroes of obscurity and shadow? What is their origin story? Do they have a prequel trilogy? What are their secret identities? What are their public identities, for that matter? What are their powers? Their abilities? Their haunted pasts and troubled futures? Their modus operandi? Where do they live anyway, and when? What do they do for a living? Do they really have these fantastical adventures, or is it a dazzlingly intellectual and overwrought metaphor? Or is it perhaps a smug and post-modern sort of metaphor? Is it a plain stupid metaphor, hedged around with thick wads of plausible deniability, a soap bubble of illusory plot dependent upon readers who don’t dare question it for fear of looking foolish? A flight of fancy, having dozed off in front of the television during an episode of something suitably spaceship-oriented? Do they have a quest, a handler, a mission statement, a department-level development objective in five stages? I am Hatboy.
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5 Responses to Interlude: Laurie

  1. stchucky says:

    [1] We had different grades of maths at school, from the high-level genius group through a couple of intermediate grades and then down to the [censored for 2018 sensibilities]-maths group. I was in a medium-low level and was promoted to medium-high. The former was pretty easy and boring, the latter was just mind-bogglingly difficult.

  2. brknwntr says:

    I’m glad you were able to be back and visit. For both Laurie, and those who will be cheered by remembering you were there near at the end. Having made a “specific for this purpose” trip myself last month. It’s quite bittersweet. But sounds like more sweet. Which hmm is nice.

    • stchucky says:

      Yeah, it was nice. Naturally another fifty healthy and happy years would have been nicer, but we can’t always get what we want. The sentiment is greatly appreciated.

  3. aaronthepatriot says:

    May he rest in peace. I echo your sentiments and brkn’s…it was so good you were able to visit with him this year.

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