In our family, the Pineapple has become the official symbol of my best friend since she died. This started when I was trying to decide on something symbolic to release into the ocean at her memorial. I kept coming up blank, nothing felt quite right.
Flowers didn’t feel right, I thought about getting a bunch of grapes or a packet of dates. Because nothing felt quite right I asked my son, who was 12 at the time, what he felt we could give to the ocean that represented our beautiful friend and her soul’s journey on this earth, and he immediately said ‘A pineapple’. It couldn’t have felt more appropriate.
She had always had a relationship with Pineapples and we have so many pineapple stories. Like the time she wanted to ride her bike (not motorbike – a vintage cruiser bike) to Tasmania to raise awareness for depression and that she would take a pineapple with her for company. The plan was this pineapple would randomly appear in the background of any photos she took, kind of like a Where’s Wally…
Or one of the last stories I remember distinctly about pineapples is when my son and I were on holidays in Perth the year that she died. I missed a call from her and when I listened to my voicemail it went something like this:
“Hey Gabs! I’m so embarrassed. I’m in Hastings Street in Noosa and I just found the most amazing pineapple and I really wanted to eat it straight away but the only thing I had in my car to cut it up with was a machete and now everyone is staring at me. Maybe I shouldn’t have chopped up a pineapple in the middle of Hastings Street with a machete. Call me back.”
So in trying to think of something symbolic for the first anniversary of her death, I thought what better way to cherish her than to cherish the pineapples that had come to symbolise her in our world.