Our friend Sheilagh Riggs had passed away 21 Sept. 1998, as previously mentioned.
On a Sunday early in July 1999, I was working upstairs on the floorboards of our new home when, unexpectedly, Bernadette Lindstrom, friend to both us and, especially, to Sheilagh, arrived with Sheilagh’s boyfriend and soulmate, Derek Wilson.
Besides to see us, their purpose was to invite Sheila and me to go along with them on a flight over the Okavango Delta to scatter Sheilagh’s ashes.
An absolute honour!
At 09h00, on the following Tuesday, the four of us took off in a Cessna 206. Mathew, the pilot, headed out beyond the Buffalo Fence between the Kiri and the Boro Rivers where Derek tossed out the ashes. Some flakes flew back in the window and embraced us farewell…
Although it was a sad occasion, Sheilagh, such an irrepressible character, would not have wanted us to mope for too long. Sheilagh’s great friend Gail Selby joined us to reminisce about Ouija board sessions, camping and hilarious events. We spent the rest of the day lunching and quaffing at Le Bistrot Restaurant, and The Tailspin Bar when the former closed.
RIP, Sheilagh. Cheers!