The Today show made me cry on Friday 13 November, nearly a day before the attacks on Paris shook the world. I'd seen Channel Nine's 'Block of Cash' segment on numerous occasions—I'd willed the viewer to pick up the phone, paused to listen to their excitement when they won—but when Karl Stefanovic read out that day's potential winner I was stunned to hear the name of a friend, Beverley Horsnell. I didn't cry because she missed out on winning. My tears flowed for the timing and the cruel irony, but mostly because those five long unanswered rings reiterated that she was gone. Bev passed away in September.
Like mail that comes for someone who has
died, the announcement of her name for a prize that required answering a call was a swift and painful reminder that the world had lost Bev, one of the
most selfless and kind-hearted women you could meet. She loved her family,
socialising with friends, caravanning, reading and the beach. Cancer took her
only seven months after her diagnosis, and six weeks before her daughter’s
wedding.
How many people who knew Bev heard
her name broadcast, felt that chilling jolt as I did, and despaired at how short
and unfair life can be? Perhaps hugged their loved ones a couple of seconds
longer that day?
Amongst all the entrants around Australia
hoping for a chance to win, it seemed a harsh trick of fate that her name was
selected now. If only...if only her luck had come in months earlier, I
thought—how it would have cheered her to win that $10,000 and share the money
and the joy with her family. But of course... if only she'd been lucky in a
different way, with the outcome of her treatment.
Then I started to doubt myself ... Bev
passed away more than two months ago. Had the competition even been running
that long? Did I really hear her name, or was she floating in my
subconscious, close to the surface at that moment? Surely I hadn't picked up on a
name with similar sounds, or the same pattern of syllables.
According to the website, entries opened
on Friday 4 September. Bev must have entered on that first day because she
fell gravely ill early on the next and passed away on Sunday 6 September.
Although bittersweet, it cheered me to think of her entering the competition on
her phone from her hospital bed, still optimistic and eager to be involved in
life.
Like the majority of Australians, Bev had
probably never been on TV or radio, or in a newspaper, other than her birth and
funeral notice. And now, her name on morning TV, however fleetingly…like a tiny
memorial of her own making. By entering the competition she added one more
story to the wealth of ‘Bev stories’ her husband and children can recall and
tell. Some might scoff but I fancied that she had some influence over
the draw from afar, that she’d found a way to reach out and say ‘Remember me’.
Someone once told me that it’s better to
die with hope in your heart, having things to aspire to even if you never
accomplish them. Bev was looking forward to her daughter’s wedding, the
beginning of a new family that would be part of her own, and nothing could be
better than that.
Bev couldn’t win last Friday, but a different kind of prize went to those who miss her. I won a mental image of her wishing to win, sending
her details for a chance at the 'Block of Cash', layering a little more hope in
her heart, a heart unburdened by the knowledge that it was her last good day on
this earth.