Cheering for Sid
This past Saturday, I had made arrangements to be at two events at the same time. In most cases when I have double-booked myself socially, I try to fit both events in. This was not really possible this time, as one of the events was in England and one in Canada.
Some months ago, I had agreed to go, and paid for a ticket, to the Rugby 7s in London, with Daughter K, Best Friend M and 17 other “cheerleaders”. And then I found out that on that same day a Celebration of Life was being held for a friend, Sid, in Canada, and I had to make a choice.
As much as Sid would have approved of any event involving rugby, friends and shenanigans, ultimately it felt more important for me to be in Canada with Husband Lee, so I could be part of the memories shared of the life of someone who can only be described as a legend.
I first met Sid in 1987 when he came to the UK on a rugby tour. He and I hit it off straight away, mostly due to a common interest in being silly, and his ability to make me (and anyone he ever met) laugh. Sid was naturally hilarious, entertaining and fun. He was the sort of person who people wanted to be around.
Later, in 1993, I found myself on a “boy’s” road trip (which I quickly changed to a boys and girl road trip) with him and a few others as we headed to Vancouver Island for a mini music festival. It was one of the most memorable weekends of my life, mainly because I spent two whole days laughing (and also I suppose because that was the weekend I got together with my now-husband). The five of us shared a hotel room, with Sid sleeping in the bath (and being quite happy about it).
On Saturday, more than 200 people got together to remember and celebrate a wonderful and unique human being. I saw people I hadn’t seen in ten years. It was a touching, fun, inspiring event and I am glad I was there.
Meanwhile, in London, this was happening:
I’m not sure how touching or inspiring it was, but I am sure it was fun.