[Sca-cooks] My Dad

[Suey]

The night before Grahame, my godfather, died he wrote me on internet. I 
screamed back at him on the website - GodDad, don´t die I am not ready 
yet! The next day in front of my godbrother and aunt he removed his 
oxygen mask and said 'my luck is gone.'
I read you loud and clear.
Godfather asked for his ashes put in a public park. We put part in 
Sydney where he was Chair of the International Relations Department at 
the U of Sydney and we put part of his ashes at Retiro Park in Madrid 
where he spent 6 months annually after he retired and always when 
possible while working at the U of Sydney and prior to that..
We read poems and other material at sunset in English and translated 
into Spanish and visa versa, read by natives in the sand of Retiro. Then 
we went to a local bar, a favorite of GodDad's to drink his favorite 
wine and have his favorite Spanish tortilla.
We cried but rejoiced cause we were so lucky to have had the privilege 
to be his friends.
Grahame was my bestest godfather. We were the luckiest people in the 
world to have had the privilege to be his friends.
Sueyi