| What i wrote in my journal at the time.... In memory of my pop. All my life i've taken it for granted, assuming it'll be here forever. I surpose I should thank the goddess for them being here so long... 2 in one year, I knew after the 1st one went they would just keep on going... I wanted so much to fill his dream, a dream only I could give him, I wish i knew where he went to , who he went to..I'd find him and show him. I know I'm protected, I have strengh and comfort all around me forever...yet its still so hard.. I feel bad that his the one I treasured most... I never did this for my other one..I wish I did, I wish I had more time...but I was too shocked...I'd assumed it would never happen... his now in the air we breathe... the grass under my feet... the birds in the sky, the water i wash my face with, and when his played and laughed and with one with nature - our mother, he will be someone else, loved once again unconditionaly... ill always remember our in jokes. how you would hold your fist to my nose and say 'smell the dead granddaughters on that', and how i would play bongo on your head, and how i would pat your beer gut and ask when you were due and you'd say it just kicked.. i love you poppy. We are one, but we are many, Through all the lands on Earth we come We share our dreams, And sing with one voice I am, You are, We are australian. |
| ALF DAVIS 31st January 1933 - 6th November 2002 |
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