What a big week we’ve had for Miss Ella. Seven fabulous years at our very special primary school, SKiPPS, and she shared a lovely graduation celebration with her classmates, teachers and family on Thursday night. We’re very proud of her!
She’s lucky to have a close group of very good friends and, as they go their separate ways next year, we hope they can lean on and support each other as they find their way in Year 7.
As the mass hysteria of Richmond’s Grand Final win continues to grip Melbourne, I thought I’d do a post on our footy season wrap. Through no cajoling, pressure or crazy parenting, all of our 4 enjoy playing footy and they each had their own little achievements this past season.
This year was Ella’s first venture into footy, playing in the inaugural U12 girl’s squad for our club. She trained well, played her hardest, dealt with a few injuries and at the end of the season was awarded as Most Improved Player. This very happy face says it all:
Charlie played his third season with South Melbourne and was his usual consistent, go at it like a bull at a gate, self. He finished the season with 3rd Best & Fairest.
Ruby & Poppy didn’t play outside of Auskick this year. Being too young for the newly formed girls’ squad, they opted to wait until the 2018 season. This didn’t stop them stepping in to bolster the numbers in the end of season Lightning Carnival. Onward to next year for them!
It was another busy season and we’ve enjoyed a few Sunday mornings off….before Athletics starts this morning!
Yesterday our family, alongside students and professors from the University of Edinburgh, paid thanks to our dad and all the other brave, selfless people who donated their bodies to medical research this past year.
Was it emotional? Of course. Was I proud? Absolutely.
We heard Tom Gillingwater, Professor of Anatomy, describe the donors as the Silent Teachers of our medical students. He described the ability to study the complex structures and infinite variations of anatomy on a real body as key to students understanding the real human body, much of which is difficult to teach in lectures and via text books.
It’s made me think and I wonder if I could do the same? I don’t know the answer to that yet but I’ll be forever proud of my dad.
Fathers day was tough this year, I thought of the message I would have written to Dad and what special gift I may have chosen and how I’d loved to have heard his voice that day……with only memories to hold on to.
Its funny how kids keep us going, give us another focus and how lovely to watch how much my 4 adore their dad. These pictures were taken on the day and sum it up perfectly.
Love you always Dad.
Charlie, Poppy & Ruby have thoroughly enjoyed their footy this season and what a fantastic way to end with Charlie winning his club best & fairest last week. He absolutely loves the game, is determined, gives his all each week and picks himself up when he’s knocked down. He was delighted for his team mates tonight with their awards and proud when his name was called out for his. Here he is with his fabulous coach, Lyndon.
Ruby and Poppy played in the girls Auskick squad this year which gave them much more opportunity under another fabulous coach. They’ve loved it and are super keen to play on next year. Here are some highlights of the season:
The all-important club song!
Some Very Muddy Boys
Poppy & Ruby playing at Etihad
Charlie playing at Etihad
And me in my fetching white coat (with no idea what I’m doing)!
Auskick trophy time
Playing for the Under 10’s
Last game of the season – the Bedford Cup (pep talk from Peter Bedford prior to the game!)
Last Saints game of the season
And that’s a wrap….until 2017 #gobloods
One month ago I lost the best dad a daughter could ask for. My heart is broken. I miss him every day, more than my words can express. I would give absolutely anything for one more chat, to tell him again how much I love him and to feel his big strong hands squeeze mine. I was lucky to have some of those moments in his final days and, as Ruby says, “grandad is gone but he’ll always be in our hearts”.
To our fabulous friends who took care of our kids like your own for 8 days, I’ll never be able to thank you enough. And of course to everyone for the messages, cards, flowers, meals when cooking just wasn’t front of mind, you kept me going and allowed relative normality to return for the kids. We’re lucky to have you all in our lives.
Lastly to those of you who asked “doesn’t she have family here?”, well; yes I do but that family is my 2 sisters who, while struggling with their own grief, were trying to hold down their jobs and are not as familiar with the school routine as those friends who stepped up. I’m so thankful I didn’t ask you for help.
Forever in my heart, dad.