Farewell to a Friend
One of his great great great (not sure how many greats but you get the gist) grandfathers was a carpenter and worked for a count who owned a palatial residence. One of the Count’s acquaintances was the renowned Casanova. It was a time when the great lover’s youth had passed by and his health was declining. He came, at invitation of the Count, to live out the rest of his days at the castle. He was employed to teach the Count’s daughters (what kind of tutorials he gave? We can only speculate). Casanova, now impoverished, arrived with his own furniture and set up home in the small apartment allocated to him . Along with his luggage was a favoured sofa which he’d dallied on with the ladies. Eventually Casanova passed away as did the count. My friend’s relative, being a trusted and valued employee was told he could take something from the castle as a momento of his employer. He chose the sofa. I don’t know whether the family still owns the piece, but my friend claimed that he’d seen it. Is the story true – who knows, after all I’m talking about a man who loved to tell a good tale. I hope it is because when I think of this story I am reminded of my friend who passed away last weekend. Like Casanova, he was something of a rouge and maverick but to me, he was always kind and considerate. May you be chasing angels somewhere. my friend.