I am done, I have finished this blog. I have honoured my brother. I think, I hope he’d be pleased. My brother is gone, our mother has Alzheimer’s, there is no one to confirm all my memories, but there is this – our love and lives on paper. I miss him, I miss receiving his letters. The world is odd without my peculiarly wonderful brother, … Continue reading I’m just gonna leave this here.
I have spent nearly three years now blogging my brother’s life, the time has come, I am at the end. It has both helped build a new kind of me and yet at the same time destroyed me all over again. I want to thank people who have helped and inspired me. I have doubted myself through this whole process. There is so much I … Continue reading A Final Thank You
18 August 2012 – An Aside from S Dear Little Man, Nearly 15 years ago we welcomed you into our lives, just after the girls Grandmother took her life. You diverted our attention, helped us laugh, kept us busy. My beautiful girls were 3 and 7, tiny, inquisitive, full of wonder like you, with tiny legs and always looking for food, like you. You … Continue reading How not to worm your kids.
Brady and J playing Christmas Day 2000. I watch this over and over, it makes me so happy. I can remember their laughter, the sun shining. Ola crying in the background. Happy. deadmansdiaries.com Continue reading Happy.
December 1998 Living with Barry was working out great. Brady spent every second weekend with her Father, Jack. I continued working a demanding schedule, working all hours and flying all over the world, until a turning point in a cold transit lounge somewhere in tired Europe, enough was enough. I resigned, finishing up in December 1998. So the call went out – ‘Christmas at the Pink … Continue reading Golden, golden days. Gone.
May 1998 Jack and I split the profit from the sale of our family home 50-50. I then purchased a small two bedroom ground floor apartment for Brady and I. There was a two week gap between the sale of the family home and the purchase of the apartment going through, during which time Brady and I stayed at a local hotel. It was quite a … Continue reading Bachelor pad for the girls.
I have a vague memory of this being taken it was at Myer in Melbourne December 1973. I would like to thank everyone who reads my Blog and has kindly followed our story. Your “likes” comments and support means so much to me. It’s hard to explain but I feel so connected to some complete strangers sprinkled all over the world through my brother. Wishing you … Continue reading Christmas a long, long time ago…
December 1997 Jack and I had split months earlier and he moved out, Brady and I were still living in the house trying to get used to our new life and routine. I had agreed that Brady could spend Christmas with Jack and his family. I drove her down to Devon a couple of days before Christmas and sobbed all the way back to Hertfordshire. … Continue reading J heads to UK to hand tissues to S.
I have some letters from J in 1997 but seem to be missing many. As you are about to read my life got a bit messy from 1997 on and house moves followed, during which I’m afraid some of J’s letters may have been lost. I also don’t have J’s ’97 diary, I am certain he kept one but think it may have been typed which he referred … Continue reading 1997
It’s Father’s Day in Australia today and it’s a beautiful thing to see everyone posting fabulous photos of sharing today with their Dads. All the kind and lovely memories shared and the heartbreak of all the people who miss their wonderful fathers today on Father’s Day. But there are ‘others’ of us out here who are glad we aren’t suffering with our Fathers today. So … Continue reading An Aside from S – An alternative Father’s Day Shout OUT.