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Posts from the “Death” Category

Marchelly-with the jelly belly.

Posted on July 4, 2016

While we all meander through our years on this Earth; flicking through our childhood days of laughter and school, then leaping on into our teens with awkward body changes and mind-blowing thoughts, it’s not long before we are lobbed smack bang into our twenties where we generally find our soulmates and settle down into ‘our’ life. You quickly hit your thirties and you just expect to keep pushing on, growing wrinkles and grey hair, parenting a bunch of kids, or watching nieces and nephews grow up before your eyes,  and then grandkids come along and the rest is history. This is what we all expect. This is what doesn’t always happen…

Bob’s your Uncle… nah, really he is!!

Posted on June 10, 2015

When my Great Uncle Bob passed away, it was truly one of the saddest days of my life. I loved that man. I loved everything he was and every single thing he stood for. I loved his humour and his quick wit; his demeanour and his sincerity. Everything about him was on face value, you earned his smile and his wink, his hand shake and attention. He was a great man. I found his funeral pamphlet going through some stuff today, and it made me smile. My earliest memory of Bob goes way back to an age when the whole family spent Christmas together. Summer days were stinking hot and the nights were not much cooler. Days where games of back yard cricket in the G Marts…

Decade; heart for a heart.

Posted on March 19, 2015

The smell of coffee draws on many memories for me; lazy Sunday’s with my hubby sipping on homemade lattes; of a busy cafe when I’m catching up with girlfriends I haven’t seen in weeks; of my Pop waiting patiently at the kitchen table for his mug of black loveliness; but more often than not its a memory of my Mum. I can still see her sitting relaxed at the table in the caravan, or out on the front porch sitting in a chair when we moved into our house, menthol ciggie perched between her long nailed fingers, head in a book, she loved to read, puffing away like Thomas and gulping her white-with-one-saccharine-tablet as she flips a page. Fuck I miss her. It’s the…


Posted on March 3, 2015

I sat with my mother in-law a couple of days ago, sipping our cuppas and chatting. She’s currently grieving the loss of her mother, Peggy and my heart hurts for her. We are all grieving. We all grieve differently and what is normal to one, is completely alien to another. Death can either bond a family together or rip it apart. You hear it time and time again, and it’s true. Rip or fold. Throw or hold. Peggy lived a long life of ninety one years. She married only once, bore seven children and saw dozens of grand children, great-grandchildren and great, great-grandchildren join the world. The last third of her ninety plus years was on her own after the loss of her husband, Stan aka Grampy. Over the…