This is one of my bookmarks.
I wasn’t sure what it was until Clea’s teacher sat beside me on the flight to Samoa to open the Clea Salavert Library, a year after Clea’s death. She told me that it was Clea’s nameplate for her desk in the classroom. She had told the children that they could make their own nameplates.
This is Clea’s. It is Mum and me. Even at school, she had her mum with her. Even now, she is also with her mum. It touched me deeply that she would place me on her nameplate with her so that she could see us together everyday as she sat in her classroom doing her ‘quality’ work.
I miss her so much.
Who is the third who walks always beside you?
When I count, there are only you and I together
But when I look ahead up the white road
There is always another walking beside you …
T S Eliot – The Waste Land, V What the Thunder Said