“Tomorrow, just you wait and see.”
I have to share this story of last Wednesday when I took a guest to the British Library in Bloomsbury, London. I had never been before and confess I had no real interest in the place. From the outside it looks very doom and gloom, – great slabs of stone, almost tomb like. But I compromised with my friend and said I would accompany her for a coffee inside the building. (We had earlier lunched at Dishoom Indian restaurant at King Cross – very trendy.)
We sat at a bench to drink our coffees when my friend bemoaned the fact that her phone was nearly out of battery and she was unable to take any photos. A woman sitting on a nearby bench, heard us and offered to charge the phone on her portable charger. (You can't mistake my friend; she is from Zimbabwe and was wearing a really colourful outfit.)
The conversation continued and we learnt that the lady and her husband had travelled to the UK for a holiday from their home in New York. They were to tour the UK. But the main purpose of her visit here was to bring over her parent’s ashes. She told us that both her parents had origins in England and that her father’s connections had some connection with the navy. Anyway, she told us that the day before she had been to Dover, and had scattered her parents’ ashes over the cliffs. What surprised us was she telling us that she had mixed the ashes together with her bare hands. Presumably emptied from the urns.
She then passed us her mobile phone to allow us to view the film of the ashes being scattered over the cliff edge. It was clearly a lovely day, and we could see the blue skies and white edge of the chalk. As soon as we began to watch the film so I was inspired to look up "There'll be bluebirds over the white cliffs of Dover" sung by Vera Lynn on my Spotify account and I played it alongside the film. It was just lovely listening to Vera Lynn sing that song, and seeing that lady's wishes come true.
It was a touching moment for all of us. The lady from New York was very proud to share this with us. And we felt privileged to see it too. Her husband soon joined us from having been upstairs on one of the galleries. After that we said our goodbyes but neither my friend or I will ever forget, how for less than a minute, all our lives were shared. (Pictures of Dishoom restaurant another time!)