Benevolent Sydney

Vixon's departure

The moment I came back to my workplace from airport, I was actually exhausted and on the verge of tears.

We had great fun staying up the night before, another farewell party for him. We cooked, we played Assassination of Three Kingdoms, we laughed and we had fun.

Workload and the departure of him, the latter drove me nut.

While I was on my way home from Anzac Parade leading to Barker Street, I was struck with it again. I was struck by my sense of foreboding, it felt premature.

It was almost 7pm, not an uncommon hour for me to have taken dinner with him, back in last couple of years. Once more I felt a tinge of fear. It is heading into twilight and I was a lone human traversing university campus, only I felt I wasn’t alone.

I switched on my laptop and thought deeply as I sat down, the typical phenomenon of my overactive mind going into complete overdrive when there is no other verbal traffic to interfere, and pondered why the departure of his necessitated I feel this sneaking sense of dread.

I was thinking about what it means to miss someone. What is it about close proximity that heals the hole in our hearts that distance creates?

Our friendship started off in the maple garden. A genuine friendship often requires a coincidence or two. Initiative apparently, has been a violation of some fundamental principle to which I tenaciously subscribed. You have affirmed my worth once, and whittled away at my self-centeredness.

We laughed at the same things, most of the time hysterically and at a very high note. We could say anything we felt to each other and be understood. These are memories that cannot be duplicated in the later years. These memories are simply too good to forget.

Now, I weep in genuine grief because I know we would no longer be able to be together openly. Our friendship could only be enjoyed spatially and at a distance. The prevailing thought being, I lost a flexible lunch buddy as well.

Some pics of ours to share...