Dear Ben, (co-owner)
So, there's no easy way to tell you this..
....but she didn't pull through. We did everything we could. Death was pronounced at approximately 11.20am. The doctors were working on her from approximately 11.15am. She passed quickly. In fact, truth is she was probably already dead. DOA.
She was too old really to donate any of her organs, her body was simply falling apart by the end. She had deteriorated a lot since we last saw her. The tears are still fresh in my eyes. Thankfully there are some undertakers who will do the funeral for free. I guess I'm writing for your permission as co-owner (as of approximately 10.15am) to finally lay her to rest.
On the plus side I did take the time, energy and finance (approximately NZ$ 9) to get her registered in our names. So now at least we OWN the piece of crap.
I'm sorry I shouldn't talk about her that way. I think the emotion is getting to me. I'm assured though by the memories we will always have of her. At least those will never rust and be taken away for scrap.
Love conor.
Sunday, January 29, 2006
Thursday, January 26, 2006
santiago airport
Six times.
can you believe it. It's a nice airport, but six times. check out www.sleepinginairports.com .
can you believe it. It's a nice airport, but six times. check out www.sleepinginairports.com .
Peru
Two essential things to know before you go:
- Paddington bear was from Peru (deepest darkest Peru).
- All those hippy looking people with odd hats and really big wooly jumpers, they've been to Peru.
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Being thirty
Is it okay forme to love Scrabble and tea so much?
Lucia and i are in the pumpingest hostel in Santiago. It's like beng in first year at university again. Or maybe even at a gig in Belfast somewhere. Everyone is very young and drunk and there's a lot of kissing. It's like being at someone else's house party.
It is in stark contrast to the idealic little paradise called Rapa Nui, or Easter Island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, which we just left. There we also left James and Anna and all these wonderful older couple friends we made. Completely the wine drinking, dinner party and Scrabble generation. My generation.
Our flights all got messed up around Mexico and now Lucia and i are in Chile and James and Anna are in Papette. If you don't know where that is don't worry, needless to say it's very far from here. We'll meet them again in New Zealand. Then they go home and we go to China, to get some nice food.
Chinese takeaways....being thirty?
Lucia and i are in the pumpingest hostel in Santiago. It's like beng in first year at university again. Or maybe even at a gig in Belfast somewhere. Everyone is very young and drunk and there's a lot of kissing. It's like being at someone else's house party.
It is in stark contrast to the idealic little paradise called Rapa Nui, or Easter Island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, which we just left. There we also left James and Anna and all these wonderful older couple friends we made. Completely the wine drinking, dinner party and Scrabble generation. My generation.
Our flights all got messed up around Mexico and now Lucia and i are in Chile and James and Anna are in Papette. If you don't know where that is don't worry, needless to say it's very far from here. We'll meet them again in New Zealand. Then they go home and we go to China, to get some nice food.
Chinese takeaways....being thirty?
Christmas...
...feels and felt a million miles away.
Miles away now because we are in Chile, having spent seventeen days on Easter Island, and we had Christmas in Brazil which is about a million miles away from home.
It was great though. A Scottish-Brazilian Christmas on the farm. Ted cooked a very suculent turkey on Christmas eve, as is the local custom and i got a chance to wear my tie. Along with the volunteers, Morven and Fabio, who run the farm had over the two kids they are trying to adopt and two other kids from a local orphanage who didn't have anywhere else to go.
These guys were so cool. One is 14, Nilo, who has had try outs for some great under 18 football team and Matias, who is 9 but built like Mike Tyson. Matias had a serious case of ADHD, but he was helpful in his own way. He drank a lot of coffee. One day full of pride he came up to the farm house riding bareback on a semi-wild horse he'd managed to lassoo with some rope. It was premeditated. He was wearing a cycling helmet. I truly believe he thought this would make it okay in the eyes of Fabio to go horse whispering like this.
He was a good laugh, but the laugh turned sour in your mouth; his story is a bit too tradgic for much humour. Apprently he'd been a lot worse, when the people at the ophanage met him he was frequently professing Satan was his father and he wouldn't let anyone touch him. His legs and arms are marred with scarring that looked to me like burns.
He knows Jesus now and was delighted to read to me from his Bible for a long time. It is hard to fairly judge the passage of time when listening to Bible stories in Portuguese. But for a kid like him it definately was a long time. It didn't seem to phase him, knowing i couldn't understand anything. He even contented himself to ask me how to say some of the words. It suprised me how encouraging you can be even when you don't speak the language.
Besides the various dramas we managed to squeeze in the mandatory couple of terrible films about Christmas ('Christmas with the Cranks' and 'Skipping Christmas') and the not so mandatory, but delightful game of Scrabble.
Miles away now because we are in Chile, having spent seventeen days on Easter Island, and we had Christmas in Brazil which is about a million miles away from home.
It was great though. A Scottish-Brazilian Christmas on the farm. Ted cooked a very suculent turkey on Christmas eve, as is the local custom and i got a chance to wear my tie. Along with the volunteers, Morven and Fabio, who run the farm had over the two kids they are trying to adopt and two other kids from a local orphanage who didn't have anywhere else to go.
These guys were so cool. One is 14, Nilo, who has had try outs for some great under 18 football team and Matias, who is 9 but built like Mike Tyson. Matias had a serious case of ADHD, but he was helpful in his own way. He drank a lot of coffee. One day full of pride he came up to the farm house riding bareback on a semi-wild horse he'd managed to lassoo with some rope. It was premeditated. He was wearing a cycling helmet. I truly believe he thought this would make it okay in the eyes of Fabio to go horse whispering like this.
He was a good laugh, but the laugh turned sour in your mouth; his story is a bit too tradgic for much humour. Apprently he'd been a lot worse, when the people at the ophanage met him he was frequently professing Satan was his father and he wouldn't let anyone touch him. His legs and arms are marred with scarring that looked to me like burns.
He knows Jesus now and was delighted to read to me from his Bible for a long time. It is hard to fairly judge the passage of time when listening to Bible stories in Portuguese. But for a kid like him it definately was a long time. It didn't seem to phase him, knowing i couldn't understand anything. He even contented himself to ask me how to say some of the words. It suprised me how encouraging you can be even when you don't speak the language.
Besides the various dramas we managed to squeeze in the mandatory couple of terrible films about Christmas ('Christmas with the Cranks' and 'Skipping Christmas') and the not so mandatory, but delightful game of Scrabble.
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