Sigh, It's Tough Being Back

So here I am, back in the office, less than enamoured with the idea of being here. I dunno why ... for the first time ever, coming home was not what it's supposed to have been and that's just left me off-kilter completely.

I can't explain it, it's not like anything I can put my finger on ... The rest of the weekend in Cape Town was family-filled. The memorial was on Sunday afternoon at 4pm. We arrived at my aunt & uncle's place in Hout Bay at 2pm to set up and get prepared. We ended up leaving at around 20h30 that evening. It was a long and exhausting day. My uncle did a speech mostly outlining the facts of Gum's life and I adjusted my blog-post and read that. We had a beautiful flower arrangement on arrival ... Twenty (his nickname) Black Label (his tipple of choice) quarts, each with a single white iris all in a line down the entrace. It looked lovely.

On Monday, Mom, Bandi, Peeb, Marga & I went down to our beach cottage for lunch. It wasn't a brilliant day, it was super windy, but I think we all just needed the time away. And I do love any time I get to spend there now that it's no longer just half an hour's drive away! Sadly it was punctuated by us all pointing out where we wanted our ashes scattered when the time came. Amazing how any death in the family makes you face your own mortality.

And then it was time to head home. We were partially delayed on the Cape Town side, sitting in a giant tent which is masquerading as their departure gates while they're busy with construction. Luckily we didn't end up being too late landing (only about 15mins off our scheduled time). Was fab seeing Varen and my buns again (I missed 'em!) although I still smeeled of dog so they weren't too thrilled to see me ;) And now it's back to the grind ...