‘I’m sorry to have had to tell you this Brendan, it wasn’t something I wanted you to hear over the phone.’
I can’t imagine what was going through Bren’s head. Whatever he was thinking, he remained calm — grace under pressure.
“Dad said do you want to come to Piccolo for a coffee?” Dad was standing waist-deep in the pool beside her, grinning.
As we drove to the doctor’s rooms, I could faintly hear Bren saying, babe, babe, are you alright and woke as the car skidded off the road to an abrupt halt.
And then I heard the race caller yell out loudly over the speaker system, as he did for everyone who crossed the finish line, “Brendan Maloney, you are an Ironman.“ I cried.
I have it on good authority that the groom cried when he heard his old beetle pull up outside the church.
The last of the clouds were heading out to sea as the sun rose, revealing a beautiful, big clear sky. Birds started to sing, and I felt oddly like snow white.
“What have you two been up to?” she asked, smiling back at us, “you look like you’ve been up to something. Give it!”
Kylie made her way over to the car and gave me a big hug. I patted her very round belly gently and said, ‘You look like you’re ready to pop.”
I told him I was going on holidays, would be gone for a couple of weeks and it wouldn’t be right to stay in touch when I got back.