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It's about four hours drive up the top of the South Island. On Sunday I finally got up the courage to see Darcy's grave. We (me and 'drew) drove up to the graveyard with his brother Kelly, who has let his hair grow out a bit and looks a hell of a lot like Darcy used to. So much so, that when I first saw him I burst into tears. He's buried in the middle of a hill. I could hear cows mooing and you can see the bay, and a little bit of Nelson below. It was pretty and I'm glad I got to see it. Now that I've been I won't be so scared about going again. Kelly said that they opened the grave to put Darcy's ashes in with his grandparents and a couple of cans of beer. Drew thought that was funny. It was nice to talk to Kelly and get all the scary thoughts and darcy-stuff out. And it was good for 'drew to talk about it too. (he was the unlucky one who found his best friend hanging outside his back door). I'm going to Greymouth in a couple of weeks to see his parents. I haven't seen them since the tangi - its been nearly four years. I wonder if they've changed much. |
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