|The end of a great Christmas Day,|
Our greatest gift was Brendan being here with us
Well it looks like we are approaching the end of what has been a rather turbulent year and while I never doubted we would get to here, there definitely were a couple of moments when a deep breath was taken followed by the voice in my head saying a big “Fucken Hell”.
My mum who took on most of the load as far as looking after the kids is concerned whilst we w ere away in Sydney getting treatment and my Dad who had to fend for himself while mum was with the kids.
My sister Elizabeth Maloney, who never failed to visit while I was in treatment, and of course Micheal Pitman, the lawnmower man.