Hey Mick, my condolences mate, very moving tribute.
Baz.
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Hey Mick, my condolences mate, very moving tribute.
Baz.
thanks for sharing with us Mick, our thoughts are with you
As they say, you cant pick your family. If it was possible I'd probably chose yours.
If life seems unfair just think how much worse it would have been without her and you'll realise how lucky you were.
Thanks mate....it was never without its dramas though, as most families are. But she was special. Did not have a bad bone in her body, never said a cross word about anyone, and in the end, was cut to the bone by this filthy disease called cancer. Died alone, just after midnight, in a hospital with no one around. Had no husband or kids. She was a traveller, a student of the university of life, and loved the himalayas. We were forever saying goodbye to her at an airport lol. My brother and I know we were lucky, and I know there are worse tragedies affecting other families...god do I know...but it just sucks to lose three fifths of ones family before my brother and I crack 50...Quote:
Originally Posted by rockyroad
Thanks Lou...make sure when you hug her, you hang on just that little bit longer...Quote:
Originally Posted by dullbird
What a beautiful tribute
Mrs ho har:angel:
The good thing is - if there is any good - is I have the GPS co-ordinates lol...and the fact we did it on my birthday will give me cause to head out on the harbour now each year, with a bottle of Moet for her, as it was her favoured drop..
I have only just found this:eek: So sorry. I cant find words just now to describe what you have all done here. Very nice idea (I hope that was not appropriately worded)
Tony
:) No mate, all good...:lol2: There was a funny side to it. About 2 months before she died, and knowing she wanted to be cremated - I said to her that I would take her anywhere in the world to scatter her ashes. She was the original Globe Trekker, long before Ian Wright and Nat Geo got onto it. She thought for a moment, and I was thinking - "ok Mick, gird your loins and find your passport, how the hell do i get to Kathmandu.." and god knows whatever far flung stamp she had on her passports..then she turns around and said ..."Sydney.." I was cheering. When she said outside Sydney heads, I told her it had to be a still day, no wind or large swell....guess what? The day dawned calm, but by the time we got outisde the heads and at a point where we thought was appropriate, there was a big rolling swell and a belting nor' easter...sick bags were in good supply for some people let me tell you...and when we let her go, yep you guessed it, back she came.. :lol2: Told the skipper to point the pointy end in a different direction, and all was good...:D Washed some of her off the side of the boat with the Moet...classic...:)Quote:
Originally Posted by Rangier Rover
We did exactly the same thing with my Grandmother off Fremantle in 1983.
The ocean is so powerful, yet also has a serenity that is hard to explain.
For me, its the perfect resting place.