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  • We begin at the end of my Mother's story.

    The end of the story is her legacy.

    Mum wasn’t driven by the pursuit of wealth and possessions, she wasn’t driven by a need to be powerful or have prestige, she was not a snob, and she thought everyone was equal and worthwhile. Our Mum knew the secret to life.

    She knew that sitting around a dining room table, eating and drinking with the people you love is the key to happiness. All of you who sat at her tables, who slept in the guest beds and mattresses on the floor, who propped up the kitchen bench in that fabulous house, drinking beer and wine, talking about the big things and the little things that connect us all- you all made her happy; you were family if you had been at her home once or a hundred times.

    That’s mums legacy. She knew the value of love, she made family.

    On the day that she died we all gathered together at John and Paul’s home in Wollongong, “the half way house”. We shared food, beer, wine and stories, we laughed and cried. We slept on mattresses on the floor and were together, just as she had taught us we should be.

    I couldn’t sleep and lay awake listening to us all : my niece Lucy Loo whistling as she breathed, I climbed over the top of Phoebe and Max in their bed, I annoyed my son Jack by asking him if he was “ok” too many times as he tried to sleep on the lounge, I put a blanket over Chloe and kissed her goodnight, I stroked Bella’s hair as she went to sleep. I heard dad snoring, and wondered if Marty was getting any sleep in the room they were sharing, I heard Michelle looking after Mardi, and felt Mathew’s hand on my leg as he told me he was there if I needed him. I could hear Uncle Mick and Aunty Marie roll over on their mattress on the kitchen floor.

    If Mum was there she would have said “all the chickens have come home to roost”.

    This is Mum’s legacy- this beautiful, fragile group of people united by love.

    So, this is a part of her story and stories are meant to be told- the good stories get told again and again. Many of her stories are priceless and we will keep sharing them together, with our kids and one day our grandkids.

    So even though she is not here physically any more, her legacy and her stories live on.
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