THANK YOU

While i sit here, thinking about making some thank-you cards I thought I would come in and personally thank you all, for your kind words, sms's, comments and emails, during this last week (and year) I honestly do not know how i could have coped without bouncing my thoughts off all you (patient and understanding) girls. Most of you I know, some of you I dont, but i just wanted you all to know just how much I appreciate every single comment etc from you. A special Thank-you to my adopted mum, Heather, who every single day, texted me, reassuring me, she was praying for me. Thank you also to Lise (you know how much i luvs ya) for your texts and card and also to her Mum and Dad, for taking the time out to come to the funeral and give me the support I desperately needed! Thanks also to Michelle all the way across the ditch, i've never met you, but the card that was waiting for me on my return home was beautiful. I appreciate your kindness. A special thanks to my darling Brother, without his support and love I never would have gotten through this last week. I dont need to tell you how much I love you, You know..mwah..xx and to you, My friends..THANK YOU...most sincerely, from the bottom of my heart..... I"m going to put the Eulogy on here as a few friends have emailed me asking to read it.. DONT READ ON if you dont want to...for those who wanted it..here it is...I wont post about dad anymore, it's too depressing, after tomorrow my blog will be back to normal, with photo's from Birthday parties etc...I bet you cant wait LOL.......

Eulogy

• First and foremost, we would like to sincerely thank Dr Tim Mooney the Staff at Ainslee, and the hospital for the care and support they have given to Dad in the past 18 months. There are so many of his friends to thank far too many to name however, we would like to publicly thank in particular Beryl and Jack, who tirelessly over the years, cooked Sunday roasts and shared their UK papers with Dad, it was the highlight of his week, On every visit to him by us, they were mentioned. His mates at the RSL were an integral part of his life, you don’t need to be told who you are, you can raise your glass to him later! However there is one friend We feel we must highly thank on his behalf, this friend, his best friend, the one person who he could always rely on to be there when he needed him the most, who sometimes made him happy, sometimes made him sad, but a friend who never ever judged him or argued back, One who he loved dearly and one who will miss him dreadfully now he is gone.. Thank you Mr. … Jimmy…BOAGS!!! Dad is survived by not only his Children, Grandchildren and Great Grandchildren but also his only sibling, Mary, who resides in the UK. Unfortunately she can’t be present today but she sends her love. We have many memories of our dad, some good, some bad, lets face it, he wasn’t always the easiest person to get along with, BUT he was our dad, and the only dad we ever had and we loved him unconditionally. One childhood memory we all have and actually now laugh about is how we were always amazed at how a man could wake up Welsh, but go to bed Irish…it must be something in the ‘water’!!!! We used to love, right up until the very end, to stir him up to get a reaction. We would call the beloved RSL the pub and a ship a boat (isn’t that what it is?) OH how he would go on and on about how disrespectful we all were, but he always ended up laughing with us. One story, we remember and would like to share is, It is one of dad, a small 10 yr old boy, about to turn 11, You desperately wanted a bike for Your birthday, you asked your mother for one but she told you, she just couldn’t afford it. The day after your birthday your mother came to you and asked if you still wanted that bike, of course you did. Nanna Kath then told you to come with her as she had one for you, she led you to the corner shop went in and told the shop owner that here you were, ready to start work for him as a delivery boy. The bike came with the job, complete with the wicker basket on the front! Every person who has spent 10 minutes in a room with dad would have heard one of his stories, and there were a lot of stories, and as one of his dear friends pointed out on Sunday, He should have written a book. We all wish he had, there were far too many for us to remember. Dad is at rest now, no longer suffering, re-united with his parents and brothers. Time is a great healer, our wounds will heal, our grief will gradually disappear, but our love for him will not. We never said the words I love you a lot, that’s the way we all are BUT when we say it, it hits you, right in the heart and will stay there forever. That way we know the words I love you are real and not just 3 little words….so now those words are forever in our hearts and yours too Dad Take Care God Bless P.S you always had to have the last word now it’s our turn, we can have a word without being yelled at… OK. Who wants to come over to the PUB????