I suppose that people affect our lives in different ways. The hardest part is that we don’t know how long they will be here to affect us, as life is the type of rollercoaster that you never know when the drops and weaves are. Owen Naumann came into my life in 2011 and left in 2014. I understand that 3 years may only be a glimpse of time in our lives but those 3 years were abundant of friendship, success, tears and tragedy. In retrospect, he was the type of person who would laugh at my blonde moments and buy me sherbet lollipops as bribery to run laps around the oval. It was mid year in 2011 when I saw him, tall and thin with sparse hair which he often covered with a cap, branded by his favorite sports team. No matter the weather, he would wear a polo shirt and track pants. This odd clothing choice brings back memories of one of his athletic mantras, ‘You wear the track
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He smiled at me and asked me to get ready. I was clacking away at my laptop as he sat on a square stool at the far side of our Queenslander style home. ‘Samantha, I have something to tell you’
I didn’t need to say anything as a response he just knew to keep talking.
‘Mr Naumann passed away last night sweetie, I’m so sorry’
I felt numb. The kind of feeling where its as if you don’t believe what you have heard, or you had a dream and woke up confused and wondered what was real and what was not. It was like everything around me kept moving, but my breathing, my blinking, and everything about me, just stopped and in that moment I felt nothing. It can be said that when someone who is closest to us dies, we feel lonely, unable to move on with life and caught up with an inconsolable self-argument of thoughts and feelings. I felt like this until I called Emily.
I heard the droning noise of the car engine in the background of the phone.
‘Hey Mantha, what’s up?’
‘Em, I have something to say… Mr Naumann… he passed
He smiled at me and asked me to get ready. I was clacking away at my laptop as he sat on a square stool at the far side of our Queenslander style home. ‘Samantha, I have something to tell you’
I didn’t need to say anything as a response he just knew to keep talking.
‘Mr Naumann passed away last night sweetie, I’m so sorry’
I felt numb. The kind of feeling where its as if you don’t believe what you have heard, or you had a dream and woke up confused and wondered what was real and what was not. It was like everything around me kept moving, but my breathing, my blinking, and everything about me, just stopped and in that moment I felt nothing. It can be said that when someone who is closest to us dies, we feel lonely, unable to move on with life and caught up with an inconsolable self-argument of thoughts and feelings. I felt like this until I called Emily.
I heard the droning noise of the car engine in the background of the phone.
‘Hey Mantha, what’s up?’
‘Em, I have something to say… Mr Naumann… he passed