#Grief

Last weekend I attended a baptism for Kulani, the son of my friends Florence and Rob. You may remember Florence and Rob – they took me to my first South African wedding last month.

This afternoon I found myself browsing through an external hard drive of Jon’s. I came upon this photo.

2Summers enjoying coconut juice, straight from the source, at the Newtown Diwali Festival. (Photo courtesy of Jon/Joe.)

Hi everyone. It’s Smokey. Sorry I haven’t blogged for a while. Things got a bit awkward around here, what with me trying to trick my humans and live two lives at once. Heather was upset and wouldn’t let me near the computer for a long time. But I’ve convinced her to give me another chance.

The day after Jon’s funeral, I said I wasn’t going to write about his death on my blog anymore.

That was crazy talk. I currently think about Jon for about 58 of every 60 minutes. How could I stop writing about him now?

Photo: Susanna Mason

Jon’s funeral was yesterday. I spoke at the service. It was really hard but I’m glad I did it.

I can’t decide if posting my tribute on this blog is a weird thing to do or not. But I slept on it last night and decided that if blogging about Jon’s funeral makes me feel better, then I should bloody well do it. So…here it is.