Merrylands West/Parramatta

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After having been to the house on Friday, Peter and I went there again on Monday. David’s family had gone to the house once more on Sunday. So there wasn’t much to do for us anymore when we appeared on Monday. But it was a trip that went for well over 200 km because we also traveled to Parramatta to take some equipment to a health support department who had looked after Gaby. We thought it was only right to return the equipment which they usually pick up themselves. However it had been left in the house for all these months since Gaby died. So it was about time that we returned it. There’s still Gaby’s hoist left in the house. Before the renovators attack the building the health support people are going to contact the owners, the Department of Housing. Thereafter they may arrange that Gaby’s hoist, that’s still attached to the ceiling of her bedroom, can be dismantled. We told them, the house is empty now. Nobody lives there anymore.

Most of the stuff, that was still lying around on Monday, Peter could get rid of at a local opportunity shop. He had to travel there several times because we have only a small car. I occupied myself taking photos and sorting out a few things. For lunch we went to Central Park just around the corner. We have beautiful memories of this park from times long gone. We spent time there with Gaby and David and the whole family for picnics on special occasions. Gaby was even allowed to take her companion dog into the park!

Yesterday, Monday, we did get caught in the traffic. Leaving our place at 8,30 in the morning, we came to a snail’s pace after about an hour. The delay was caused by a minor traffic accident in a suburb where all the major traffic has to pass through. We were delayed by close to 30 minutes. Driving home soon after 2,30 in the afternoon we had again a bit of a delay but in a totally different suburb: One lane had been closed off because of some road work. There were quite a few workers around seemingly very eagerly doing their job. From where we live it takes us around 90 minutes to get to the Western suburbs of Sydney, but only on days when the traffic goes smoothly. Yesterday we had a two hour trip there and also a two hour trip back. By 4,30 we were back home. It felt really good to be back after having been away for eight hours!

When we had been meeting Gaby in Merrylands or Parramatta, this had meant usually a nine hour trip for us: Three hours each way by train, and seeing Gaby for about three hours. We were usually quite exhausted after a trip like this even though we could do a bit of napping on the train. Peter wrote about it here.

Last Friday, when we drove to Merrylands West together with our daughter Monika, Peter had to drive through pouring rain. On top of it there was for a short distance a bit of fog. Despite his deteriorating eye-sight, Peter managed the driving through rain and fog surprisingly well. But night-time driving he tries to avoid these days. We hardly ever go out at night-time anymore.

It practically rained all day on Friday. Still, we managed to do whatever we had to do on Friday. Yesterday, Monday, we were lucky: It didn’t rain at all.

Over the weekend we had lovely visitors: Saturday afternoon one of our grandsons did bring his family along. Baby Lucas has grown a real lot. On Sunday our youngest daughter came by train from Sydney and spent the day with us. She came on her own because Matthew had to work. We hadn’t seen them yet since they had arrived back from their holiday trip to Singapore. Caroline showed us heaps of photos they took during their one week stay in Singapore. The pictures showed us that they must have had a really good time.

Tomorrow, Wednesday, we’re off by train to the inner city of Sydney to meet a friend and to see our dentist in the afternoon.

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David’s brothers and nephew did a great job carting the more bulky pieces away to the rubbish tip. They had to do this several times. On Sunday David’s sisters did go to the house as well clearing heaps of stuff away. Monika, Peter and I had our hands full too for a lot of the time on that Friday. A friend of Gaby’s turned up in the afternoon. He’s a very cheerful fellow. All of us had a good time resonating about past memories of the house with Gaby and friends.

Our visitors on the following day: 2nd March. Autumn had arrived with cooler weather.
Our visitors on the following day: 2nd March. Autumn had arrived with cooler weather.
Ebony and Ryan looking at their son.
Ebony and Ryan looking at their son.
7 months old Lucas with Peter, his great-granddad
7 months old Lucas with Peter, his great-granddad
This grows at the back of our house. Birds love it!
This grows at the back of our house. Birds love it!

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Opening the house on Monday, 4th March.
Opening the house on Monday, 4th March.

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The back of the house
The back of the house
Door to the garage
Door to the garage
Inside the garage
Inside the garage
Garage Door
Garage Door
At the back of the house
At the back of the house
Looking out through the kitchen window
Looking out through the kitchen window

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Gaby's shower
Gaby’s shower

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Second toilet in laundry
Second toilet in laundry
Something more has to fit into the car.
Something more has to fit into the car.
Ready to leave
Ready to leave
Lunch at Central Park
Lunch at Central Park
He's looking for something to eat
He’s looking for something to eat

6 thoughts on “Merrylands West/Parramatta

  1. So much is lost when a person passes..so many of those things that “feel” they have the “hand-print’ of the person passed on..like running your hand over the bricks of some ancient Roman structure..you can almost “feel” the presence of the “other hand” that placed it there…but what can you do…perhaps just absorb the memories into your skin..nice post, Uta..

    1. Thanks, Joe. “just absorb the memories into your skin”. This is very well said, Joe. This is how I often feel when I touch something that Gaby has left us. . . .

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