I've never been there before but Ferntree Gully has the most lovely cemetery, with the backdrop of the Dandenong Ranges. The widower left flowers and we looked at some other graves. It is always sad to see graves of people who have died young.
At the cemetery gate we could smell and see smoke rising from warming fires at a couple of homes.
We had a really nice lunch at the busy enough Rapture Cafe in Forrest Road, but oh the local traffic. Where are people going? As we drove to the cemetery, Dandenong Road was banked up with a long queue of cars to get into the largest shopping centre in the Southern Hemisphere at Chadstone. Coming home using Monash Freeway, the left lane of the freeway was banked up with cars going to Chadstone Shopping Centre. Why do people put themselves through such an experience? Never mind once there, they will spend ages searching for a parking space and if they want something at the Myer department store and something at the supermarket, they will walk for miles. Our last visit to the Chadstone was over a year ago and it will be our last visit. The centre has no public transport serving it except for buses, which sit in the congested traffic with cars.
After the funeral of our friend about one year ago R accompanied a gay Asian guy back to the home for the wake, as the person wasn't sure of directions. The around 40 year old Asian guy had a nice sports BMW and R and he got along well. Once home after the wake, he sent R a Facebook friend request, which R accepted.
He was at dinner late last year when we celebrated our late friend's birthday and I got along well with him too, so after a few weeks, I sent him a FB friend request, which he quickly accepted.
I don't put much on FB, as R has huge problems with what I say. To R, FB is a light and friendly place, never sarcastic, never anything nasty. Well, that is not the real FB world, but it is R's. I wrote a flippant comment on the Asian guy's post about a photo and R came down on me like a ton of bricks. This is about the fifth issue R has had with me about what I post on FB. I must never be negative. No, don't put a photo of South African shanties with the other really nice photos. Always be positive on FB. Thankfully R does not read my blog as far as I know.
The Asian guy was on a sea cruise with his older Aussie white partner and when he woke one morning on the ship, his partner had died in his sleep. He wasn't that old. It was before we knew the Asian guy. Can I suggest the Asian guy is not poor.
After the blow up about my FB comment on the Asian guy's photo, R accused me of being jealous as for once he connected with someone who I did not, and I was playing catch up. Probably true that I was playing catch up, but I am not jealous. R now thinks the Asian guy hates him because of my FB comment.
At the marking luncheon of our friend's death one year ago, I know exactly what will happen tomorrow. R will see if the Asian guy is offended by my FB comment, and has transferred his dislike to R and once R finds out he is not, and of course he wouldn't be as I don't write nasty things on FB, R will then spend a lot of time chatting to the Asian guy to ensure I know my place.
Nearly forty years together and still the game playing happens. That is ok. I do alright for myself in a different way.
There will be over thirty people there tomorrow, a sure sign of esteem our late friend was held in by so many, in spite of being a terrible old misogynistic and intolerant grump at times. He was a high achiever and a very kind and hospitable person. The female Brighton Antique Dealer will be there tomorrow, along with our Hairdresser Friend, his sister in law and a niece. That he and I were political opposites is irrelevant. There is barely a day passes when I don't think of him and we miss him muchly.