We took Jamie out for lunch yesterday to celebrate his birthday and, when we came home, we found that somebody had re-surfaced half of our street. We had no warning that this was scheduled nor did we think it was particularly in need of attention, but it didn't matter. The completed work stopped a couple of doors from us so we anticipate more trucks will appear some time soon to carry on. Or maybe not ... perhaps the people up the street are getting special treatment. Still, they're welcome to the rocks that fly up every time you drive over it.
Sadly, I was at a funeral today. It was a young man who had been one of my pupils at Giant Steps. He was just 34 when he died. At a funeral you catch up with people from your past and this one was no different. There were a number of the parents who were there in the beginning years at Giant Steps and for all of my ten years; there were also a couple of members of staff I had employed plus my secretary from that time, and the fellow who took over from me as Principal.
I suppose it was like a school reunion and we stood around for a long time after the event, reminiscing.
Nobody was sad for Chris. His mother made the point that, even though he was dealt a difficult hand, he benefitted from things like Giant Steps and the NDIS, and the fact that he was able to live independently. Every day for him was a joy.
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