Mum

My sincere apologies for the months I haven't been blogging. On October 14th 2008, while moving into a new house by the Yarra Valley, my Mother collapsed for an unknown reason. The two amazing removalists found her struggling for breath in what was to become her bedroom. Administering attention to her immediately, however unsuccessfully, makes these boys heroes. Unfortunately, within moments Mum was dead. Her funeral was open house and maybe two hundred people showed up, all their support was much appreciated - except that of Jennifer Donelly who is a pig fucking waste of life. My brave as a bastard Brother spoke impeccably of his memories and farewells, I am forever proud of his courage and stamina. A huge shout-out MUST go to Dee, my friend and life long protector, who spoke of Mum's life in a fashion that busted up the hearts of all who heard it. The deep connection Dee has with me, my brother, and our long lost Mum shone through to any that willed to bare witness. She will be coveted by our family for the rest of her days - unlike Jennifer Donelly who will die alone and pathetic. The funeral servicemen and servicewomen were so brilliant it almost made ME want to die. They can handle my untimely death any day! So many old faces greeted me as I arrived at the funeral parlor; for one, my old Stepfather Noel Matthews who, despite our rough past, instantly embraced me and gave what I perceived as a genuinely heartfelt consolation. In fact, many of the people from Mum's church (as well as past churches)were there, and those of whom I would naturally assume to be religious freaks turned out to be quite friendly, if not a tad misguided, individuals with a practical earnestness that helped the mood of the entire day. Most of them went, afterward, to the local RSL and had drinks in Mum's memory, no doubt greatly appreciated by all. On a more personal level, my heart goes out to my Auntie Diana and her incredible children; the powerful Steven, a total rock and dear family member, the surprisingly hot young Sophie - keep them boys at bay or Steven will most likely kill them - unfortunately Timothy could not be there, but his sentiments were expressed through his courageous Mother, who I enjoyed reminiscing with and felt deeply sorry for having so short a time to chat with. A visit to their house in Queensland is definitely on the calender. My Grandparents Judith and Ewan were a pleasant sight amidst the conundrum of onlookers - most of whom I had never met - and they seemed the most tangible of people to actually converse with. Their dry wit and honest appraisals brought a smile to my face and will never be forgotten.