I was going to read the whole Encyclopædia Britannica from A to Z.
I told Andrew, who was suffering from brain tumour, that I’d bring him on the journey and regale him with all the facts I learnt until we were the two smartest people in England.
I took volume ‘A’ every where I went, and even ‘almost lost’ it at Clapham junction this one time, when I was so exhausted after work that I left my bag (with laptop and volume A!) at the station.
It took me a few moments before I realised, and panicked! I knew that in London, if an unattended bag is found at a station – it is removed and destroyed (security policy from when the IRA terrorist attacks happened many years ago).
I was a lot more worried about the loss of volume ‘A’ than I was about my laptop, and got off at the next station to get on the train going back the opposite direction.
To my relief, it was still there, and I silentlly thanked my lucky stars.
Andrew did not make it past Easter that year, but we both learned about Aadvarks and Abalones (did you know they have 5 buttholes?!) all the way up to the shenanigans of the various Prince Abduls and the royal intrigues in Medieval Middle East.
He taught me so much.
Courage, honour, kindness, compassion.
I giggle inside and think of him every time I meet someone worth calling an Abalone, especially when they exceed Jerk level 100.
And also, one day, I will finish that Encyclopædia.
I was just thinking of him a lot today, and felt I needed to write this.
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