Max, November 2008, just 80.Peter's Dad died today and he (Peter) is now on a reflective journey in order to sort out what is going through his mind. What he can do for a start is simply share the story of his (our) 12th January 2009, the day "Pa" died.
We were at Gembrook. We had slept in the Hut and therefore attempts family made to contact us on our mobile phones were not really successful. We only got messages to say we had missed calls. The one picture of any worth Peter took before leaving the retreat was the above Protea, so Peter is calling it Dad's Protea. Nearly all of the proteas there were past their prime but he found this last one still looking very nice and took the snap.
We then dropped in on the Funks for a late morning tea which flowed onto a soup lunch. While we were sitting there on the grass, Peter's brother Phil successfully got through on Barb's phone and told us the news that Dad had died that morning. All Peter could say was that he would need to have a long think and talk with Barb and get back to him. For Peter to grieve, he will need time to process and deeply remember his Dad.
Earlier a helicopter flew over us and Jasper had been enthralled, less so Piper. Jasper loved the soup, getting it all over him in the process.
Jasper loved his soup.
After much intense role-playing, Piper got very teary and found a way to calm down by making two attractive pictures with her Dad.
On the way home Peter had to stop for a short look at Puffing Billy.
And when we arrived home there were flowers left by a friend who heard from us about Dad's passing a very short time before and thought to do this for us. Dan was there and we unpacked things with him. And the day before, Simon had texted us about Pa.So the day began with a flower, a Protea and concluded with a rose, surrounded by kangaroo paw, gerberas and oriental lilies.
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