by REBECCA SPARROW
Childhood friends. A funeral. A baby. Some weeks pass by with hardly a blip. And others, like this past week for me, are full of emotion. High highs and low lows.
More on that in a moment.
Welcome to Best and Worst – our longest running and perhaps best-loved post where together we unpack some of our emotional baggage from the week that was. And forget Google, if you’ve got a dilemma, you know you’ll get unbiased advice right here.
As for me, well this week I flew to Brisbane for 20 hours to attend the funeral of the grandfather of one of my dearest and closest friends. It was interesting the reaction I received from people when I said I was traveling interstate for the funeral of a friend’s grandfather. People are surprised, as though someone losing a grandparent is perhaps not such a big deal.
But for my friend Nicola, her much loved grandfather was (as another friend described) her greatest protector. He played a major role in her life – more father, than grandfather. And I always knew that wherever I was living, I would go to his funeral to support her and because he is present in so many of my memories of Nic.
That funeral, where I saw some of my old school friends, was able to show off my beautiful Fin to them and also be there for Nic and farewell her beautiful grandfather was a mixture of some many feelings: sadness, elation, pride, heartbreak and much, much love.