I don’t know if you remember me…

Tue, 18 Mar 2008 19:41:44 +0000

…was how the letter began. I was at a talk you gave a couple of years ago…

Ok-ay.

I was in the third or fourth row on the right (now we’re narrowing it down). I meant to tell you afterwards that I really enjoyed the talk but I was in hurry so I didn’t stay around afterwards.

Oh.

Anyway, I thought it was great and I should let you know. I got your email from my friend, S, who went to another talk you did and she met someone who knows you.

If I go to another of your talks I’ll tell you.

I hope she does, I really do. I love her already.

Butterflies…..

Mon, 10 Mar 2008 11:13:03 +0000

I went to a funeral last week. I went because I knew his wife and wanted to support her but I’d met him only once. As I approached the crematorium there was queue to get in, a queue for the carpark, a queue for the crematoriun itself. Looking around it was astonishing to see that every generation was represented, from a babe in arms to a very elderly gent in an official jacket who stood proud to bid another old friend farewell.

As we filed inside there was music playing – Dolly Parton singing ‘Life is like a butterfly’ and as the music registered, smiles all round. Which was it that he liked: or was it both? It set the tone for the next hour: tributes were read, poetry recited and when a dignified grand-daughter paid tribute to her well-loved Grandad, even the elderly gent in the official jacket wept openly.

I left straight afterwards and drove along the road to Cobham still humming. I was honoured to take part in such a tribute, lucky to be aware that good people like that exist and are loved, and grateful to have been reminded of butterflies – fragile, transient but so lovely. It would be a pity not to enjoy them while we can.

I still feel humbled.

Adrienne Dines

I don’t know if you remember me…

Butterflies…..