This week Michael asks us to consider the concept of Reunion.
It happens in all sorts of places, family reunions, school reunions, being reunited with a lost child, a lost pet, we experience this in all sorts of places and times.
Link back to Michael’s original post here:
I wasn’t invited to the 25th reunion of my Grammar school class in 1997, though it would not have been too difficult to find me as my maiden name was a little unusual and there was only one in the telephone directory.
To be honest, I haven’t really experienced a reunion as one would normally think of it, though my trip to NZ in 2010 had one at each end of the trip.
I hadn’t seen Bro since his visit in 2004 when he came over for his 60th birthday and surprised my Mum. Having emigrated in 1998, it was wonderful to see him, and my Mum was over the moon as he had come with his daughter so it was a double whammy for her.
It was a good taster, as when I went over I was met at Auckland Airport by him and my SIL. I was embraced to within an inch of breath and had an enjoyable 2 months there.
SIL made sure I saw a lot of her beautiful country, I stayed with a friend in Napier for a week as well as members of my SIL’s family, and had a week’s mini trek on my own taking in South Island, a Whale Watch trip, and Christchurch shortly after the first earthquake struck.
Loads of brilliant memories, but the Fishing Trip is always foremost in my mind as it was something I’d never done and we had fresh fish for supper!
Photos: the one and only snapper of the day caught by Yours Truly!
I’d been in contact with Hubby every day I’d been away, and the dog was a little confused at hearing my voice but not being able to find me.
Hubby met me at Heathrow. I hugged him so hard and didn’t want to let him go. Maggie was being looked after by a friend of the time, and if I was expecting her to be all over me and not leaving my side, I was sorely disappointed as it was obvious I was not flavour of the day having gone away without her!