RIP Kem
It's been a long tiring 9 days. On 8th October, peacefully, but suddenly, my step-father died in his sleep. What follows is my recount of the last 9 days since then. 5:30pm 8th Oct: Mum rings with the sad news. She has gathered her Ch-Ch based children around her. It is Saturday night 8:30 over there, and a big game of local rugby was underway, so my brother needed to be driven over to mum's by his mate Mark. Paddy chats to me, assuring me that mum is OK, but a bit dazed (understandably) Tententive plans are made for me to come over as soon as possible. It was too early to say when the funeral would be. Kem's son and daughter were holidaying on the Gold Coast so it will be later in the following week to allow for travel plans to be sorted. The next couple of days are a bit of a blur for everyone. By Tuesday, Paddy's travel agent had sorted out my trip and the funeral was set for Fri @ 11:30am. Wednesday was Casey's 15th birthday and Dee and I were lucky enough to be...