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  • When he and his wife returned from Adelaide, Uncle Rius spoke to his immediate family and siblings about his impending death. He set out in detail what he wanted.

    Oh, so well, he spoke! said his oldest sister. Her youngest living brother was so articulate, so eloquent. They had stayed close, from the war years after their young mother died, to the time of parting, visiting each other. He visiting her more often than her him as the younger sibling. It seemed hardly a month went by that did not see him and his wife at her place.

    Every evening from the day of their return from Australia until the last day of being physically together, she sat at his side, as did all the other children and descendents of Tati and Golingai.

    His bidding was followed to the letter. His tiled tomb built to his specifications. His last words inscribed on his plaque:

    I have done my best in the race, I have run the full distance, and I have kept the faith. 2 Timothy 4:7
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