Thankyou so much for sharing such beautiful words about this wonderful man, Nel.
You knew him so well, and shared so many years of love and friendship with him, that you will be ever grateful for having known him, but will also have that Bevan shaped hole in your heart and life, that may heal in time, but will always leave a deep scar. This is the tragedy of losing someone loved so dearly...
I miss him, and think of him often, and wonder and wonder and wonder. I ponder all sorts of Beavery things. I think about the people that he touched the souls of, and think about all of those that he may have made a difference to in the future....I think about his art and how it would have progressed, I think about his gentle nature, I think about him eating herbs straight out of his garden, and I clearly remember the expression on his beautiful face after randomly tasting a radicchio leaf from my vegie patch. Little did I know that it was to be the last time I would have the pleasure of his company.
I have even been inspired by his love of music to start listening to Classic FM, although it brings me to tears most often.
It breaks my heart to see you grieving, and I'm sure if he could console you he would say "it was my choice, and I'm sorry to have hurt you so, but I was ready to let go, and I want you to be happy" (but obviously much more eloquently and intelligently than that!)
Thankyou to you all on PR. It obviously meant so much to Bevan. It seems he felt quite free and at home posting comments and blogs. I am so glad for you all to have had the opportunity to have known him and also to have understood his suffering through his online words. He was truly a wonderful, intelligent gentleman, and it seems cruel that circumstance can treat such a true spirit so unkindly.
Bevan was like family to us, an Uncle and Godparent to my children and an extension of my sister, Nel. He was my friend, and obviously he touched the hearts of many... RIP Beaverfury. Enjoy your eternal music in paradise, because I am sure it is there. xxx