Yesterday, after my children finished playing Tennis at their club here in Bogota, I returned home to open my ‘Reader’ page on WordPress and found Bruce Goodman’s solemn tribute to the ANZAC fallen – ANZAC Day 2022. It’s a beautiful article and projected me back to the post below I wrote about my father who passed away at home in 2003, ANZAC Day.
I wrote to Bruce in response to his moving article: ‘We are considered ‘lucky’ because of where we were born, but it’s really what our ancestors stood and acted for which enabled us to live our lives… Always indebted‘.
I called my Mum in Australia last night (ANZAC morning in Australia) and we were blubbering idiots – crying and mumbling about ANZAC Day’s significance and recalling memories of my father (Pictured below at the ANZAC memorial in Canberra). It has become a yearly ritual that we just let it all out this day. I hardly cry (which I’m not proud of btw), but by Lordy (not the Lorde – Team!) did my sprinklers do a number last night.
Below is the article I wrote about my Father’s final day at home on ANZAC Day. Thank you for letting me share this with you.
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