On Sunday, we gathered to honour and remember Dad. On his bequest, his ashes were scattered in the Maroochy river, just down the way from his home with mum in Anzac avenue.
We started proceedings on the river bank with a informal service with family members present. Fittingly the Siberian Curlew, the migratory bird that dad enjoyed watching on its annual pilgrimage from Siberia to Maroochydore was standing by. I feel certain, his spirit will be carried away to his next adventure forthwith.
After scattering Dad's ashes we moved onto his bowls club, The Maroochy Swan. The club made us very welcome. Talking with bar staff, they remember dad as a true gentleman. How right they are. A large group of friends and family joined in viewing photos and tributes to the ‘old man’. Fittingly a number of the younger family members, ‘yours truly included’, enjoyed the challenge of a ‘roll up’. Dad would have enjoyed the spirit of competition and a few beers to ‘wet the whistle’.
We all have special memories of dad and I ask that everyone continue to remember him with happiness and joy for his long and celebrated life. He touched us all in so many ways, as is evident by the huge volume of tributes that have flooded in since we began this blog.
