I’m back on the Gold Coast, this time for my brother’s funeral. How ironic it seems that the Gold Coast is supposed to be a place for enjoyment and all I seem to do is come here for sad occasions.
Because of the heat and humidity, and Queensland’s continuing backward attitude with respect to daylight saving, I am sitting here at some stupid hour of the morning, trying to think of something about which to blog. And I have the perfect thing!
I saw two teenage boys say farewell to their father yesterday and I just wanted to say how massively proud I was of Mitchell and Connor. They have grown significantly in terms of life experience over the past couple of months and they have handled it like people who have been around way longer than they have. Just remember what you both said guys – Never Give Up.
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