Tomorrow we’re saying goodby to Aunty Mez, my dad’s sister-in-law who passed away last week.
She had a rough life, having suffered from a rare form of MS for as long as I can remember.
I wanted to do something practical to help my Uncle Johnny prepare for the funeral, so I designed and printed the funeral booklets. I’m pretty chuffed with the final results. The paper I used for the covers was bought from Do It Yourself Invitations in Enmore; the service from them was excellent and I loved that I could actually touch the paper before buying it and buy a specific number of sheets instead of pack of 50 or whatever.
I wasn’t especially close to my Aunty Mez, but I have fond memories of eating croissants for breakfast with her after church when I was 8. The croissants were always the best part of going to church, ignoring the fact that she used to always tell me I didn’t sing the Our Father loud enough during mass.
I’m sure you’ve all experienced the high drama and the revealing of long-kept secrets that comes with a death in the family, and we’ve certainly had a dose of that this week. In the last few days I’ve learned a lot about my family, about the type of family my dad was brought up in and about the type of person my dad was before he died. For the first time since I got my tattoo 13 years ago (which is in memory of my dad), I was actually embarrassed of my tattoo and what I thought it represented. Some sensible talk from my sister on Wednesday night reminded me that my dad was one of the lucky few who got to do what he loved, and was able to support mum, my sister and me by doing so, regardless of what he was “supposed to do”. I’m glad that I’m back to loving my tattoo for what it represents:
Be true to yourself
Do what you do because you love it
Who gives a f*ck what anyone else thinks!
You can’t pick your family, but as long as you take the best bits from their life experiences, then you’re on a winner.
* Did any smarty’s notice the booklet’s printed back to front in the pic? Silly me took a photo from the dud print run from very early this morning, before I’d woken up properly