Build Up Stairs

This post is a harder one..

The build on top of the restaurant.

Allan was building it to be his and Shirley’s new forever home. A home is where your heart is, and dad put all his heart and soul into this place. He was looking forward to relaxing and enjoying the small things in life. What could be a better spot then this. I could see him having a beer on the deck listening to the waterfalls flow, wash away any of his problems (would be a perfect spot to hibernate throughout this virus). Wake up and take in the serenity with a coffee in hand.

Dad had made a great start to the build. He had all walls up and was starting to create his woodwork art-piece walls. He had so much energy already installed in the walls.

Dad passed away on his way back into town from being at the restaurant. Dad always thought his time would end early, as his fathers did. He used to live his whole life on the edge, he had no fear. Everyone thought it would be from one of his escapades. But I have had a few asks, dad passed from a major heart attack. He called mum on the way back in, telling her he is on his way to the hospital. Mum, with a nurse meet him ¼ of the way just off the road. They were too late…

Us, as a family have had some hard times, loosing ben, uncle grant, and close friends but it never quite prepares you for this. He had so much more to give and share, see and do, but life is not fair sometimes, and must remind ourselves that we were lucky to have, all that we have had.

Allan, dad, was and still is a great man. I am hoping to continue what he started, making a negative into a positive. Soon there will be progress happening again ……