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October 29 a friendi consider any skate ramp that allows itself to be frontside rocked with ease a friend. a ramp that twists the left ankle into a quivering item a friend. its the lift and the challenge provided by such equipment that keeps us coming back for more and more. as is the case with the quarter pipe built outside our house by john, duncan, jono, mustaq, nigel and michael (me). it was finished at the weekend and is beautiful. having rebuked my age recently on this site i now wish to embrace it because it has provided me with drops of experience that prepared me for the past few months. it's hard to begin when writing about lucille. she is not cliche, she is trendy, cheerful and tough. her two dear children are cool, friendly and full of the beauty that lucille fought to enlighten them with. lucille once lived in a national trust home in the south west of england. i haven't seen the photos but she described this huge wooden windmill they had the pleasure of caring for. i love windmills too. there are three awesome ones in brugge, belguim, just leave the centre of town a bit and wander along the river and there on three enormous molehills are three splendid windmills. lucille appreciated my fondness for these things. we talked for a while about them and how dangerous yet stunning they are. for hours lucille would listen to me extolling the goodness of skateboarding. she would listen as i talked about the dangers of elephants in india as their habitats are being encroached on by human. lucille lived briefly in africa and so we shared stories of life in hot, culture-rich places. lucille has spent the past few weeks in abu dhabi. we visited her a bit, and cheered by the shortness and ease of the trip from ras al khaimah, blathered on about how annoying it is that ikea is shut during the day during ramadan (and kfc is open) but how spacious our hotel room was. poor lucille has been in a coma for a few weeks and this morning she died. her battle with cancer was won, for the second time. it was the treatment that undeliberately but steadily took her. we went through sadness weeks ago when she was rushed into hospital is ras al khaimah. we knew what would happen, as did she. now my sadness is not so much for the loss of a close friend, as we were good friends who worked together but not best friends. my sadness is for this world. so many grumpy, dishonest, unkind people fill the streets, yet lucille was not one of them. i'm sad because the world has lost a kind, cheerful, funny, intelligent woman. two teens in england have lost their mum. a dad has lost his daughter. sisters lost a sibling. school has lost a terrific teacher. it's not good. it's not a relief. it's just wrong. |
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