Results tagged “Death” from Kazza the Blank One
Boxing Day morning I woke up to the news that George Michael had died.
This morning I woke up to the news that Carrie Fisher had died. So sad.
What's the deal with people dropping off at 69 from cancer?? First David Bowie, now Alan Rickman!
Mum is 69 - she'd better not be next!!
I was having trouble deciding what to blog first tonight.
If I'd blogged last night it would have been about my trip to Sydney to see mum and her brothers and two Lego shows.
There would have been mention that we went to Aunty Di's on Friday night and remembered the January 1994 bushfires of January 8, those twenty two years ago that day.
If I'd been home to blog on January 8 I certainly would have mentioned my thirteenth blogiversary (my little blog is a teenager!).
And as part of that I would have said happy birthday to David Bowie.
He was in my thoughts three days ago.
And sadly, he was in them again today.
For once I didn't hear it first from the internet. As in 1997, when I heard about Princess Diana, it was my little brother that told me.
Rest in peace David Bowie. You were one of the greatest loves of my life.
I was sad yesterday to hear of the death of James Horner. After John Williams, he is up there with Jerry Goldsmith and Hans Zimmer among my favourite Hollywood composers. Ok so Titanic might have had a lot to do with that - loved that soundtrack. Knew that music well enough to be able to pick his music in other movies without even knowing it was him.
He was born exactly twenty years before me. Rest in peace.
I liked that quote so much it was the sig on my email for years.
I was so fascinated by Spock I used to watch Great Mysteries of the World every week just to see Leonard Nimoy.
Rest in peace.
Last night was one year since dad died. I've been listening to the list of "Dad songs" I posted last year.
Mum is doing well, and loving her new life in the retirement village.
There's some things I miss about dad (his technological knowledge and some of his quirks), and some things I certainly don't (his grumpy personality).
I still have dreams that he's still alive, or that he recovered and came home to a house/garage that we'd cleared out of all his stuff. The number of times I said "sorry dad" while we were getting rid of his stuff.. I think it haunted me slightly.
Yeah so what a marathon effort that cleanout was! It took us about sixteen months, although it really accelerated in the last two months when mum had to move out. I well and truly lost count of how many trips to Sydney I did!
I don't know, and mum's attempt this morning failed ..
Yah so cutting ends off cables for copper recycling and she chopped one that was still plugged in and turned on. And the snippers didn't have any sort of insulation on them. A flash and a bang and she's darned lucky to be alive right now is all I'm saying (she's completely fine, didn't feel a thing, not even a tingle). My heart felt a little jittery for the rest of the morning contemplating what could have been.
So spent most of the weekend organising and chucking and photographing and sorting and cleaning and getting exhausted. Gave up at 7pm last night with a tv dinner and Toy Story.
This afternoon Ken and Jeanine came over and helped enormously by cleaning and working through a list of todos that mum had. Made a huge difference. I also went over to Lizzi's to get a dress taken up. Had yummy roast pork for dinner.
So I called my mother last Friday night. She'd been to see Dad that evening and the nursing home staff said that they didn't think that he was going to make the night the previous night, so he really didn't have very long to go. She had spent two hours with him. He was pretty unresponsive, but he responded when Mum sang Abide With Me to him. I wondered whether he'd make it to Sunday when I was planning to come up. I considered going up Saturday instead, but Chris was on her way down to Canberra to visit so it was going to be tricky. I asked Mum if she wanted me to come up anyway on Saturday if Dad went but she said I didn't need to. Chris arrived fairly late and we talked and all shared a very very nice bottle of Brokenwood 2009 shiraz. We have a 2010 downstairs from our trip to the Hunter Valley last Christmas. It was past midnight when we got to bed, and we were just in bed when I got the SMS from my mum: "Dad went to be with Lord at 11.55pm". #sad
Had a bit of a slow morning on Saturday. I called Mum again. She'd been out to the home til about 2am to say a final goodbye. She was ok with me not coming up until Sunday, as she had a church event planned that morning and was likely to be sleeping in the afternoon anyway, as she'd only had about an hour's sleep.
So Chris and Zac and I went along the Beer and Meat on a Stick festival (aka the Multicultural Festival) to get, well, beer and meat on a stick. But before we found meat on a stick, we found potato on a stick! Might have had another one of those later. And a waffle on a stick. Did a little shopping during and after as well.
In the later afternoon we had a swim to cool off. In the evening we watched a couple of episodes of MacGyver and had another swim.
Sunday morning we got ready then meandered our way up to Sydney (Chris dropped me off). The minister came over and we decided on an order of service for the funeral. Then I got stuck into putting together a reflections slide show in powerpoint. Took three nights to do, but I think it will be nice. Will try and get it onto YouTube when I get home.
So how am I? ok I think. I suppose I've enough time to get used to the idea of Dad not being around. And living in Canberra it's not like I saw him much anyway. Mum is ok too, again, she's had months to get used to life without Dad. Thanks everyone for your messages and condolances.
This morning I was all set to head up to Sydney to visit the parents, but mum rang me just before I was due to leave to tell me the news that Nana had died overnight. The staff at the nursing home found her first thing in the morning, so it sounds like she went peacefully in her sleep. She'd been wasting away for years, and the last few years the dementia really took over and she barely recognised her own children.
So I didn't go to Sydney. I'll go up next week for the funeral instead.
Instead I ended up in a very strange mood. I guess family members dying will do that to you.
Growing up we didn't see my grandparents all that often, maybe every few months. When we were kids sometimes we would stay there for a few days at a time during the school holidays.
Grandpa died many years ago. He fought in the war in the middle east and PNG. He would never buy a Japanese made car because of that. My mum was born just after the war, but her real mother died of asthma when mum was just three years old. My grandpa remarried (my nana) and that was the only mother my mum ever knew.
Grandpa used to march in the Anzac Day march every year (when I was a kid I thought the march should be in March, not April heh) and we always used to look out for him and a man from our church who happened to be in the same battalian (and he's still alive!!).
So this afternoon (after being inspired by Lisa) I decided to bake some Anzac biscuits. And I used some bicarb soda that used to belong to Nana - even the tupperware container is labelled with her writing.
Rest in peace.
My Nana passed away overnight. She was not quite 85.
Were nearly late because Stu put the wrong street (same name) into the GPS and we ended up 7km away. But made it just in time. The service was fairly simple but nice. Little Squishy even spontaneously said goodbye as the hearse was about to be driven away, was very sweet.
Afterwards went back to her flat with Annie and Potty and hung out for a few hours while Little Squishy had a sleep. Then headed over to Aunty Jan's for a few drinks and then some delicious dinner with just about all the family, was pretty cool.
So all in all quite a nice family day.
Came back to J&G's and played Wii with the kids and then showed them some of our Japan photos. They thought there were too many blossom photos.. oops.. :)