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<\/a><\/div><\/div>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\tBernadette Knight<\/p>
POWERtalk Brisbane Central<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
My older brother has always looked out for me. As a six-year-old I admired my brother who came home on Saturday afternoons in his dirty whites after playing cricket.<\/p>
One day, I curiously searched his cricket bag and found this hard, curved object. I tried it on covering my nose, across my mouth, but it didn\u2019t fit snugly.<\/p>
Holding it on my hand, I asked, \u201cWhat\u2019s this?\u201d<\/p>
He simply replied, \u201cMy protector.\u201d<\/p>
\u201cHow do you keep it on your face?\u201d<\/p>
\u201cMy face!\u201d he laughed pointing, \u201cno, I wear it in the front of my pants.\u201d<\/p>
Yuck! The dawn of realisation.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
Karen Horbach<\/p>
Diamond Valley Communicators<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
Their holiday house held a lifetime of memories. But now here they were, the family gathered at the ocean\u2019s edge for a day of solemnity.<\/p>
Mum\u2019s and dad\u2019s ashes ready to be scattered. Theirs had always been a relationship filled with absurdist humour, but not today. Today was to be grave and ceremonial. There were quiet murmurings and tears as the lavender and rose petals swept out on the waves, co-mingled with ashes. A beautiful and serene farewell \u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026.. interrupted only by a swimmer appearing round the bend who forged straight through. Oh how mum and dad would have laughed.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
Mary Wong<\/p>\n
Brisbane Central<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
They wouldn\u2019t come. They never did. All those years of inviting people. The fabulous parties with fifty RSVP\u2019s and only ten attending. Why would today be any different?<\/p>
As the hour approached, Sheila saw the cars parking outside the ancient church \u2013 the church of her childhood. She watched it fill beyond capacity. Hushed voices, smudged faces. She heard their words \u2013 how kind she was, how caring, how she gave her all. She discovered the truth of her existence \u2013 that she had never been alone, and always appreciated.<\/p>
A smile played around her lips, as she hovered momentarily before dissipating.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t