20 December 2007
14:15 pm, England
12.15pm, South Africa
Was the time I got the call I had dreaded since I knew there was no hope, no miracle cure, no wonder drug that would save him. Stage 3 cancer in his Liver, through his veins, riddled in every organ contained by his body.
“Lee, Lee, he is gone”
Numb, pure numbness through out every ember of my heart and soul.
I was with my sister having a glass of wine in a small town called Avebury, a place we visited often during my previous trip to the UK for photography. We had just gotten up, cameras in hand, when the call came.
I remember hearing the words, watching her watch mine, feeling my knees start to go weak. I couldn’t really talk, nor could the person calling, so I hung up and just stood there, not moving for what felt like hours, time slowed. I had known 10 minutes before I got the call but to actually hear those words floored me.
Only the good die young and that is one of the things Lee most definitely was. A man not scared to just spontaneously grab you for a hug, burst into laughter with tears in his eyes at bad jokes, caring to a fault, compassionate and kind. When you spoke to him he would look you in the eyes and they would sparkle.
He knew he was dying but he tried to stay positive for all those that loved him, those that were hurting. A sacrifice and yet not because it kept him going, a shred of hope and that sparkle right till the end.
Lee is an inspiration to me, he really proved that it is possible to stay positive when the going is gone. If I were to hear the same news that once befell his ears I hope that I would be as strong, as gracious, loving and courageous.
There is much I want to say but right now the words are failing me, I mourn not for him but for myself, my loss, the loss of a friend and a brother, the loss of one incredible human being.
Love you brother and miss you each day since you are gone from the earth but I know you were meant for greater things, we will meet again in the next.