hwyl fawr
It always happens at a table sharing a meal – life. Bonding.
Hwyl fawr – Welsh for goodbye.
It was a farewell party, this Saturday evening. We helped to make it look pretty in the hall, just the way she liked it – no fuss. Red and green, especially green. She likes her greens.
It was for Matt and Rhian, the party. We said goodbye to our dear friends.
They were here already when we just arrived in the winter of 2001. It was snowing and the city was cold. We felt cold and new.
It happened at their table – life. We bonded.
Sharing life is to passionately love the Giver of life and live Love to those around. They did just that. Their wealth enriched others – be it freshly baked buns, money, time, their home, computer knowledge, rugby enthusiasm particularly when England played the Springboks, hospitality, skills in catering, standing with someone before our Father. They fed encouragement, hope.
And now, at this potluck table, it happened again. Life. We sent them off to bond with a new community and share Life. In Wales.
“Hwyl fawr, dear friends. Not “farewell” because we will see you again. Thank you for living your bit of heaven with us. It made us realise how magnificent our King is.”