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June Austin. Forever in my heart. Forever missed.<\/p><\/div>\n
On that day one of my oldest and closest friends died. \u00a0We met on our first day at grammar school. \u00a0She was a lively girl, smart and popular. \u00a0We were both good swimmers and were selected to go to special training at the South East Essex Technical College pool (later University of East London Barking Campus, now a gated community of apartments) on Monday evenings. \u00a0We used to enjoy that – when we weren\u2019t mucking about.<\/p>\n
Long summer days were spent with her and our other close friend Val in Valence Park where we would watch a boy June always fancied called Alan Morris play cricket. \u00a0We went to Beatles concerts and Fan Club conventions where we both nearly passed out with joy at meeting the Fab Four and she got a sprained wrist in the crush.<\/p>\n
June left school earlier than me (I didn\u2019t find out the sad circumstances until years later) and we lost touch until the internet and Friends Reunited brought us back together again. \u00a0And our friendship was as firm and close as it had been as teenagers. \u00a0She was a true, loving, supportive friend. \u00a0There was little we disagreed on – perhaps because of our shared roots as working-class girls from Dagenham – and on the odd occasionI I did something daft she\u2019d have no qualms telling me so. \u00a0I had no greater supporter than her when I was fired from Solos Holidays for writing Singles\u2019 Holiday. \u00a0She still believed six years later, that the employment tribunal got it wrong and I WAS an employee not a contractee. (Interestingly enough, recent test cases probably mean that if we went to tribunal now they would find in my favour – but that\u2019s all water under the bridge,)<\/p>\n
We would talk frequently, and Skype when I was in Antigua, and meet up for lunch or dinner on a regular basis.<\/p>\n
When we had lunch in July I went soft for a moment and said I was sorry I\u2019d sold Avocado Cottage, because I felt a bit of a failure. \u00a0She said, \u2018Most people couldn\u2019t even dream of going to Antigua yet alone building a house and living there like you did. \u00a0And it was one of many outstanding things you\u2019ve done in your life and all without a man to do anything for you. \u00a0Everything you\u2019ve done you\u2019ve done YOURSELF. \u00a0That\u2019s something to be proud of, isn\u2019t it?\u201d \u00a0She was a very wise woman.<\/p>\n
Our last lunch together was on Wednesday 1st August. \u00a0We spent the whole two hours laughing, including me taking the mick that she was now a \u201cPillar of the WI\u201d. \u00a0She said she was planning a Murder Mystery Evening and asked me to write the script and help cast it. \u00a0We hugged in the car park of the Halfway House and walked away laughing and calling to each other, making suggestions for the Murder Mystery plot as we went. \u00a0I never dreamed in a million years that three days later she would collapse and be put into a coma from which she never emerged.<\/p>\n
Her funeral yesterday was hard. \u00a0It was a celebration of who she was and how much she meant to everyone present yet there was an atmosphere of complete and utter disbelief that such a bright, intelligent, capable, kind, generous woman would no longer be part of our lives.<\/p>\n
Cuando un amigo se va, algo se muerre en el alma.<\/p>\n
And those words describe exactly how I feel today.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
There\u2019s a very moving Spanish song – I think it\u2019s a Sevillana – which says \u201cWhen a friend leaves, something in your soul dies.\u2019 \u00a0Now as much as I enjoyed the song, I never really thought about the words; never … Continue reading