I’LL SEE ALL YOU ON PUDDING HILL:
As we gathered round the table in a back room of an eating club
surrounded by dark wood panels a small & shiny balloon floated
above your head. We glanced & for a second smiled, remembering
the adventures of these past twelve years.Though there were
some extreme dark times they were mostly fantastic, filled with
light & dancing. Smiles have lined the route we’ve travelled since
you first picked up the phone on reception & spoke to the world
with a voice that made everyone feel good. In the foyer of that
giant building that eventually floated away like that scene from
the start of Monty Python’s ‘The Meaning of Life’ you watched
the big world from beneath your flowerpot hat & smiled back.
Little did we all suspect the journeys we would take, the world
& all it’s people & all it’s people’s food we ate, travelling
together, spiralling around the beautiful planet.
It was billed as a ‘leaving lunch’, but I had to grin, reflecting
friends never leave, they just go on somewhere else & take a piece
of you with them forever.
(K)
Karl Hyde 
Friends that remain do have a piece of ourselves. Some…get so very much, however. One is fortune when with friends.