I wish I had.
The first radio documentary I ever made was about Sidney. It was a story about an 87-year-old man who joins a women's fitness studio after the death of his wife. He takes classes in ballroom dancing, Pilates, pole fitness, belly dancing, and hula hooping. It's a story about resilience and how to live.
Sidney was an ex-navy man and a semi-professional magician who could literally pull a bouquet of paper roses out of a hat. He was marvellous.
Today I listened to the doc again, so I could hear Sidney's voice.
I cried at all the sad bits and I laughed at all the happy bits, including when he jokes about death:
"I have a friend in this building, who, he does think a lot about dying. He says to me, 'Did you never think about dying, Sid?' No, I laugh, I laugh. I say, I don't want to be there when it happens."When my friend C told me Sidney was gone, all we could talk about was how happy we were to have known him. He told me:
"So he says, don't you worry about what happens when you're gone? I say, 'Now why should I worry about that? I won't be here. It's going to be someone else's problem. No, I don't dwell on that.'"Thanks Sidney, for everything.