We gather for brunch at Dunstan House, Clyde. A historic hostelry with tables on the main street. Because there is a bypass the street is super quiet and made for cafe tables. The kids are quiet, they finished a big night with more beers and brotherly talk. I definitely drank too much but not enough either. Post funeral sit around, aka the wake. Gotta do something. We troop round the streets before they get in their big black van for the airport. All done and dusted. The end of the end. Is this what it's like? Life has to go on, we've all got commitments.
Kahu and I visit Maxine's shop, Matau, and I show her the last pic of his photography folio. She wants to sell a small run of prints. Support his art. He's bemused and, shrugs his shoulders, then agrees. Back at base Nic, Rob and I talk to our cousin, a lawyer in Queenstown, and an executor of the will. We make a start and I'm glad I don't have to do anything but nod. It's complicated and I don't have a clue. Lynette makes an appearance after dinner. It's all quiet on the western front.
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