Thursday is homecoming day; in Eddie's imagination I get off the plane after being airborne for 3 days.
Lymphoma, Stage Four
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Today, I am sitting on the hardwood floor, in our lounge room. My body
feels pretty normal. My neck aches a little, my tummy is full of dinner,
my mouth...
7 years ago
9 comments:
Ah the Dash 8 again...
Good photos. Grandpa's?
that's where we used to think Grandma lived! On a plane!
love,
megs
ps on the topic of Grandma and planes, Tom, do you remember, when you were 4 and i was 5, on the plane from London to Sydney with Grandma, you and I very loudly singing 'Farewell to olde England forever...' eagerly hoping the entire plane would join in, and Grandma being quite cross with us?
actually, i took those photos gretta. before the colin buchanan concert
look at all those business men!
i used to think uncle john lived in the clouds because you flew to get there.
look at eddie's long locks... he needs uncle sam's handy hair scissors!
I vaguely remember that slightly confusing association with 'farewell to olde england', which somehow seemed to be written for us, but I have obviously blanked out our grandmother's anger.
perhaps a good thing!
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