More remembering

A friend of Ben’s sent us this message a few weeks ago:

Yesterday I worked on the bone marrow transplant ward and
was taking care of a girl who was one year older than me and
battling breast cancer. Her bravery and nonchalant attitude
reminded me a lot of Ben.

It really was remarkable the way he dealt with it. For someone
who was so good at living, he did an amazing job at dying. That
sounds terrible, but I hope you know what I mean.

While I still grapple with God's purpose in allowing his death, I
really am so grateful I got to meet Ben. He was a man who will
continue to challenge me about what is real and good and true.

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Next Saturday Ben will miss Tim's wedding to Olivia. And we will miss his presence at such an occasion. As Stu said at his wedding a few weeks ago, "Ben has a better party to be at."

Living in the fast lane

Matt and I with Tim and Olivia, were in a multi-storey Wilson car park in the city the other day after having seen Gladys play in a concert at The Edge in Fed Square.

We were on foot, returning to Tim’s car, when a car came hurtling down a ramp towards us, driving far too fast for a car park. I was feeling like a grumpy old woman about it, when I noticed that the driver was a young bloke with a satin vest and bow tie on.

He was, in fact one of those valet car parking attendants and his name might well have been Ben Mulherin a few years ago.

We all agreed that if it had have been Ben as the valet, he would have been driving that fast but, said Tim, it would have been more likely that he would have been reversing down the ramp.

Lindy