I don't like talking or writing about death. I was almost just going to skip this weeks topic but as soon as I thought of it as a way to celebrate life, I was away and into it.
I'm not really sure what I do not like about death, I don't thing I am afraid of it, I think it is just all the emotion and feelings that go with it. Like it is mostly out of my control so I just move on and focus on the things that need doing.
Luckily I have not had to deal with it much but my father did die a few years back, which was very upsetting for my mother and sister. I did fell sad but he had a good life. He made it into his 90s, the oldest of our ancestry line, that I know. I do not recall much pain or suffering, thought he never complained about anything. He just seemed to get old. Modern medicine seems to do a very good job at making people comfortable when the time comes.
The photo above is of him and my mother emigrating to Australia from Manchester in England back in the 50s. I reckon that is were I got my love of adventure and travel from. It must have been a big deal for them leaving all there friends and family, moving to the other side of the world with out all the modern day communication methods we take for granted today.
Below is me signing my electrical apprenticeship paper work.
This last photo makes me so happy. It was one of the only days I missed at my son's primary school year open day. I would have been working but his grand father was able to make it. There is only one photo all the three generations together but I can not find it at the moment, I will have to make sure I do.
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