It was always going to be sad, saying goodbye to my Aunty Arlie, but it was sadder, and also more peaceful than I expected. It was lovely to be with the Hecks and the extended McDougall tribe, as always, and to be
"forced" home from Broome, to "over East" for a few days, even for such a sad reason. The kids spent a few happy nights all in Marsie's room, then they all bunked in with Ella and Jake. We spent a few days eating at Kathy's Splendid Kitchen and had the opportunity for a brief visit with the Dobbies, Powries/Radfords, and Pat and Ray up north.
Aunty Arlie would have loved her funeral and wake. Lots of lovely friends and family sharing stories that made us laugh and cry about this courageous, spirited old girl (She turned 80 in the week I turned 40). I will miss her generosity, honesty, compassion and willingness to change, even in her later years. She was an inspiration to me.
Aunty Arlie would have loved her funeral and wake. Lots of lovely friends and family sharing stories that made us laugh and cry about this courageous, spirited old girl (She turned 80 in the week I turned 40). I will miss her generosity, honesty, compassion and willingness to change, even in her later years. She was an inspiration to me.
That special graveyard, amidst the trees with all the bellbirds calling, and my Dad's parents resting nearby, is a lovely place to sleep. I am going to like visiting Aunty Arlie there, from time to time. She was ready to go, but I do miss her already.
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