I realised on Sunday when I was invited on to an app with a sweet friend of mine to count our daily steps.
That I had thrown my phone so hard across the bed and never wanted to ever count my steps again -after my amazing one of kind sweet friend Hemi passed away suddenly two years ago.
That was one of the many things we shared. Counting our steps and competing about it over the phone . So much aroha, hearty banter, and laughter about it all.
He lived along way away from me.
I was so mad that he left so suddenly. We were meant to go down a River that’s close to my heart in a canoe over 3 days. That never happened.
He was meant to call in to my house and stay on my couch and we were going to walk the cliffs here. And count our steps. That never happened.
We were meant to keep having those big lovely heart to heart phone calls. And sort out the problems of the world at the same time.
Well fck that never happened either.
It all ended so suddenly.
My friend gone.
In honour of him- I’m going to start counting my steps again and keep our little tradition going.
He would have been proud of me on Sunday. I did a gigantic effort on the steps and I’m sure I would have beaten him hands down on that day if he were still alive.
21,500- steps
He would never have believed me and laughed !
Love you Hemi.
You were the best big brother I’d always wished for. And I only had 18 months hanging with you.
Always in my heart
xxx
