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It was just luck that allowed me to meet her in person. Death has many echoes. She never really liked me, barely tolerated our son - for he was too loud, like me - but quite liked our daughter, even though she enjoyed dressing Klingon in doggie outfits. I felt quite peaceful and decided to light some candles of remembrance. She asked me not to fuss. The home where they would find Sarah. Ray and Delilah do deadpan kelpie head turns between the window and me.

She never really liked me, barely tolerated our son - for he was too loud, like me - but quite liked our daughter, even though she enjoyed dressing Klingon in doggie outfits. And I'm just going to meld. Sadness that she is not here, not for myself but for her, for my children.

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The two kelpies stop dead in their tracks, making me trip, and they turn their heads to the window of our neighbour's house. Klingon suddenly stops barking and we just stare at each other, Klingon and me. This happens in all relationships. Doubts that I did enough, was good enough and cared enough. And so they fade from our lives. Sometimes that can be unbearably hard and you just want to jump in a hole. And I'm just going to meld. They are thinking they should try to do more, say something, be around, and offer something. You know, the person through which you run some mad thought or opinion, some stupid idea that you think is clever. The mundane, the suburban, the everyday was her territory -- a reminder that there's beauty, solace and humour to be found everywhere. Grief finds a place to roost in many nests. This was "the meld".

We float together. She needed solitude and the joy of being alone, like all artists do, but she could never exist without her fellow citizens of the world.

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I do not know how people can express pain or grief but I know they feel it. And again in the parlance of my children, it's all good. It is almost a year since Sarah Watt died of cancer, nearly a year since Klingon left our home for our friends next door, and there she is, behind their window.

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I do not know how people can express pain or grief but I know they feel it. Grief finds a place to roost in many nests. It does not mean they are bad or don't care about us; it means, I think, that we are a reminder of Sarah not being here anymore. I spent days coming up with big-nosed characters from books. How you get through your day; how you find meaning. For all who fear their domestic, suburban lives are not the stuff of art, let Sarah Watt be your inspiration. In a few years I'd be pushing the life expectancy of indigenous Australians. I laughed so hard I was weeping through the whole thing. It is beautiful. For some it is too hard. It was just luck that allowed me to meet her in person. Later I tried to express in an email to her how much I admired her unique talent for describing what lurks just beneath the surface of daily life. This happens in all relationships. She is twice as big as when she was our dog. Sometimes rage is good.

But so is he, I think. For in our home, while despair and disappointment may sit quietly in a corner of the house, hope and grace take up more room.

One minute she was there, the next gone.

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She is twice as big as when she was our dog. Days before she died, after attending the opening of her art exhibition, she insisted on walking back home, alone. The two kelpies stop dead in their tracks, making me trip, and they turn their heads to the window of our neighbour's house. And something huge grabs my other hand; my son has it gently in his great paw. Sarah was lying in the front room, and the dog had got a fright as I walked in and leapt upon Sarah. We float together. The home where they would find Sarah. It does not mean they are bad or don't care about us; it means, I think, that we are a reminder of Sarah not being here anymore. And I feel?
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