Today was one of the saddest days I have lived through. I said my final goodbyes to my brother in law, watching the herse pull away from the sidewalk, and watching his 2 little girls' hearts breaking...

It was hard, damn hard to say goodbye to someone who was never meant to be leaving so young, leaving his 2 young girls. Suprisingly, my sister held up pretty well, I dont know if it was bec she was trying to hold it together for her daughters, or the angst she was experiencing due to the fact his parents and her wage a little battle, as they have for quite some time sadly, or because she was simply worn out from all the dealings.

I suspect it was a bit of all three. The service was lovely. His uncle is an Anglican priest. He spoke so lovingly about his nephew, at times, barely holding it together as he gently delivered the eulogy. It was simple, no frills and splashy goings on. Just the way Chris would have liked it.

I will miss him so very much, his laughter and smiles, the way he treated people with respect. The strength he found to be there to help others without want of return favour. The way he loved to take endless photographic memories of his family and friends, and I tell you, he has taken a stack of photos!!

But most of all I will miss him simply because he was my brother (in law). He loved everyone. And from what I saw today, they all loved him back.

RIP my brother. No more pain to endure. So long, and enjoy your journey into the afterlife wherever it takes you.

After nearly 50 days in ICCU, I lost my brother in law today.  He was one of the most caring and thoughtful people I have had the priviledge to know. He leaves behind his wife, and his 2 little girls.

We will miss him dearly, but he is now at peace..

RIP Chris.

I'm feeling rather disconnected from life at the moment, lonely and disconnected. I dont get a lot of sleep at the best of times, and so on. But that is no big deal. I am more scared from what is happening to my brother in law.

He is on life support at the moment and it doesn't look good. A routine op, and off to ICU. He is only 48 years old with 2 young girls. He did have cancer in the past, but despite being in remission, he has never really been the same, and this op was supposed to fix some of his current trauma with the fluid around his heart. He picked up a bad cold when the weather went feral recently here in SA.

So here he is, I think he's dying, mulitiple organ failure, but I wouldnt dare tell my sister that. I even try to convince myself otherwise. I hope I am so wrong.

Why is it that bad things seem to happen to good people?

I just never really got the chance to say goodbye....

Damn it! Why???? I dont know the details, but I sit reliving the horrible memory of little Leo's drowning, this time with a 10 month old girl being pushed along the SAME path on the SAME river in Adelaide...the bloody Torrens. And another 3 wheeled stroller. Grandma was the poor lady to be pushing the little one, probably looking after bubs whilst Mum had to work, or get some much needed sleep. Grandma ran to the river, tried to drag the pusher out, collapsed, and a passerby dragged her and the stroller from the river. The police came, tried to revive bubby, took to hospital, now it is believed she is GONE...another life lost.

Councils, recognise the need for embankement barriers or some damn thing, before it happens AGAIN!