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…