I got a call early yesterday morning from my mumma to say that her papa had died. He's been in hospital for a couple of weeks after getting sick, with a chest infection. It's been a pretty sad time. Mumma went to Perth to visit because he didn't recognise one of mum's sisters and so she thought she better go. We thought there was going to be recovery and rehab but on Monday he went downhill.
I'll spare the details. All I know is I have a heavy heart.
Mum, Dad and my youngest sisters have started the drive over and Jek and I are heading over Tuesday.
I have many memories of Pop, but my favourite is when I spoke to him on my 21st birthday. He told me Happy Birthday Londing, I was in Papua New Guinea sitting on a mountain when I turned 21. I always tear up when I think about it.
So here's to our Pop, may he rest in peace.
24-6-1922 til 23-6-2011