Danny & Annie from StoryCorps on Vimeo.
One of the greatest fears that I have is Death. No, not for myself – although there are times when I do wonder what would happen to my soul but that is strictly an existential conundrum – but more of what I would do if Mr Thick dies first.
I know, it’s not exactly the most romantic of things to think about your loved one but it’s hardly surprising coming from me because my own dad passed on 23 years ago, leaving my mom to bring up two kids by herself. Death may not be a close concept to many people (and you should feel blessed!) but it’s real to me.
I’ve always told Mr Thick that he had better not die before I do because there is no way I could go on without him. Oh, I am pretty sure he can survive on his own two feet without me. He may even go on and find somebody else (in which case, he can definitely expect a nocturnal visit from his very dead, very pissed and very ghostly wife). But me, nah. I could possibly live without him but why would I want to do that when being with him brings me so much joy every day?
But I digress. The clip above tells the story of Danny and Annie. They talk about their 27-year-old romance, from their very first date to his final days with terminal cancer. It’s so beautiful, touching and poignant. Two years after recording this interview and on the day that it was broadcast on public radio, Danny died.
I’m not embarrassed to say that I cried while watching this.
So there I was on a dreary Monday afternoon, crowing happily to Pinkbee about the cheap holiday that I had booked for Mr Thick and myself.
Everything – airfare and accommodation – came up to only $400 for both of us, yadda yadda yadda, I exclaimed over IM in the only way that you can exclaim over IM. (Did that make sense? Good.)
It’s monsoon season in Krabi, by the way, she replied, matter-of-factly.
WHAAAAAAAAT!
Okay, no wonder everything was so cheap. We had grand plans to go to Bali for a holiday but as our grand plans usually go, they died. Mr Thick has some army mobilization thingy on that Saturday of our planned trip, we procrastinated on our air tickets, and we (okay, I) dithered about going at all. We briefly contemplated going to Marina Bay Sands for a staycation instead but the horrid reviews put us off.
Now, we have a fabulous beach resort holiday on our hands, replete with monsoon rains.
I guess I can still brave the rains to go for a massage and manicure?
In happier days with sunshine (Krabi, circa 2006)
I was going through some of the pictures that I had shot recently (ALL CRAP! URGHS!) when I realised that I hadn’t gone through these.
Back in May, we headed to YC’s apartment for brunch where he fed us with eggs, toast, champers and cheese. It was a lovely, delicious spread but we were really hungry after that. Mr Thick likes his meat, not just the by-products from nice animals like chickens and cows. We headed to Aston’s after leaving his place to feast on steaks. Mmm.
But it was fun! We must do this again soon.
Eggs and toast
Array of cheeses
Bubbly makes me happy
Aftermath
Looking through these pictures makes me realise how much I love my prime lens. And how I need to get used to the weight of Mr Thick’s 30D pronto, if I go ahead and buy the 60D to replace my trusty-but-sold 400D.
More pictures on my Flickr page.
