I have written little of the early days, the year of Godfrey’s passing…great change for us all, but days of nonsense to, that reminded me he was ever present.
When first I learned that the vagabond, Godfrey, had made “The great transition,” to the peaceful shady gate, he’d had occasion to mention, the first days dragged, leaden as a wet through knapsack, a blurred waiting for his odd whistle in the bath or thud of suitcase at our door. His book of wisdoms stayed in it’s tatty wrapping, was a layer of fine dust on my turquoise chair. And an delicate silence between us we had not experienced before.
“Only the wind is forever”, long ago I recalled telling Godfrey. The third month, I cried. Was a Tuesday, aisle 7 in the Fairways Grocery Store- One over from the one where cleaners and powdered detergents that made Godfrey sneeze were kept, beyond the beets in produce, by the tinned spotted dick, I sat on a case of raisin pie filling, (jumbo tins), and wept.
We were older, yes, but Godfrey never reached an age of “Dignified old Gent’, or me a “Paragon of Lady-like Decorum”, we never planned it, but oft created nuisance on Tuesdays, oh, the shops we were escorted from.. It was the cheerful tin of “Spotted Dick Pudding”, on a celebrate The Jubilee display, Godfrey’s favorite boyhood dessert, for the first time the happy memories, of our long friendship, could no longer quell how much his absence hurt.
Bruce, the grocery lad, the tall one with spots, delegated to follow us about with his broom came by. He saw the tin of Spotted Dick I was holding, asked, “where is your friend?, who knocked my cat food over on the shelf end”? And why do you sit, alone on raisin pie filling and cry?. A posse of elderly, early shoppers stood around me, one offered a plump hand, took the Spotted Dick away…dearie, she spoke softly, I understand” “Twas the cracker aisle I wept, when I lost my dearest Verne, it is a true cliche’….we will laugh about it, in another grocery department, one day.” “We cry till we laugh, we carry on, and we accept…by the Tinned Spotted Dick, today I sat down and wept…