I went to the funeral of a friend today.
We both used to work at the same company, many years ago. There were quite a few people at the funeral, enough to fill the chapel at the crematorium, and the majority all knew him from working at the same company. Large companies were more friendly places then.
A few of us used to have ‘Movie Lunches’, where we would have lunch together at a local Thai restaurant and talk about movies we had seen, among other things. Once we had all left the company and gone our separate ways, and the restaurant had closed down, we started going out for dinner instead, every few months.
More recently few of us had even been to see any movies, even on DVD. But we still get together, and we enjoy each others’ company. I missed the last dinner before Christmas, and I’m so sorry I did.
He was enthusiastic about everything he did. He travelled extensively around the world from an early age, and he loved music, and movies, and football (soccer), and cable TV, and many other things. He was so pleased to have a job when he could get one, and happy to travel when he didn’t.
I learned a lot about him that I hadn’t known before. He was travelling in the sixties, and had seen the Rolling Stones, the Beatles, and the Who, live and in their prime. He had joined the circus but only stuck it out for one day, the work was too hard. He liked gridiron football. He had two sisters with the same straightforwardness that he had.
He had a daughter and a son, and it was wonderful to see them, and see what lovely people they have become.
He had had heart problems for years, and had rejected bypass surgery. He changed his diet completely and for a while it seemed to work. His heart problems had extended to other organs, but it was his very big heart that killed him.
Goodbye Trevor, and thank you. We will miss you.