Drums and laughter....

It's been a while since my last post and although I've been busy I just haven't found the motivation I guess to write down all that I've been feeling. Last weekend we flew back to NZ to bury one of our best friends. I didn't think we would be back so soon and to come back for that was just unimaginable.... It feels like we're too young to be burying one of our friends, you know, someone who you hang with and have dinner with and stay up late being stupid and playing games with. It just felt so unreal. The last time we saw him was at the airport, he had come to see us off and I'll never forget looking back and seeing him standing there and I thought how alone he looked in that moment....

I can still picture him laughing as he talked smack when we were playing games, the excitement he felt when he would talk about his drumming, his cheekiness when he would try to throw everyone with one of his questions about life. I can still hear his laughter over the phone when I would call him dude and talk about music and oh how he would brag about getting this sweet drum beat.

 I'll miss it. The phone calls, the messages, the chats,the randomness, the laughs and the tears. I'll miss it all and we'll all miss him. But if I have learnt anything,  it's to love more, to be present more, to be available and open more. He truly was one of a kind. And if losing someone shows you how much they really meant to you it also shows you how much the ones still around you do too.

NZ still was breathtaking, it had just lost a little colour....