This is a post about a man I loved.
This man loved not only me, but five others too.
His love was so open and warming that there was never a moment that I doubted his love for me.
He was my step-father.
At 21 he met my mother (33) he shared her burden of us six kids like we were his own.
Whenever we were upset or lost as children, he always found a way to make us smile and laugh; he was the biggest jokester I ever knew.
He would hide behind corners and jump out at us, he would take his teeth out and pull faces at us (which as a child, may very be the funniest thing since watching Get Smart on the TV), he would crank the music up to 11 and dance and sing like there was no tomorrow.
As for football… I don’t think there was ever a greater fan of the Geelong Football Club (AFL [Australian Football League]) in those days in Western Australia, we didn’t have as large a following as we do now, so when the AFL came on the TV, you couldn’t hear a car crash in the next room. He would get up with the fans in the audience on the TV, armed with his beer stubby in hand, his Geelong football jumper on and sing the Geelong anthem, making us children all stand up to sing with him.
He would light up any room he went into with his quirky personality, he was the type of man who would religiously read the newspapers everyday as they came off the press.
He’d drive us into the city to go pick it up (This is when we were in Burrendah, a time before the Freeway existed; taking a total time of one hour to get there and back) .
I will never forget this man, he was the typical Aussie ‘bloke’ , if children were equipped at Birth to be the epitome of Australian; that is what this man was never seen without.
Thongs, Beer stubby, Blue shorts and singlet, thongs, beanie and always managed to gravitate towards a barbeque within the immediate area.
A bricklayer by trade, a husband by marriage and a father through love.
This song is for my brother, I send all my love to him; he loved him as much as I did and is currently trying to come to grips with his passing.
“He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother – The Hollies”
Frank, if you can hear: We all miss and love you dearly.
Thank you for being the best dad you could be.
Loving you now and forever, Paula.