I recently had the sad news that one of my patients had passed away.
He was one of those unique shapes that we don’t see in proceeding generations. Shaped by a young nation finding its feet and thrown into the arena of war this man was a collection of vast experiences from small outback town to the jungles of southeast Asia, back to metropolitan Sydney and then Brisbane.
He was a wealth of knowledge from the mundane to the exotic, layering it with a humourous flair that seemed to defy past trials and leave him with a positive attitude no matter the odds. Tales of mongooses, cobras and monkeys stirred the listeners imagination.
He once explained to me that he never gets depressed simply because he has better things to do with his time.
Blessed with a caring wife, children and grandchildren to treasure.
Always genuinely interested in the small nuances of my weekly grind whilst stuck in his lounge chair with an illness that eventually wore him down physically but never in mind and spirit.
He will be remembered by all who knew him with fondness and a chuckle for the man who had mates, a steadfast marriage, and an engaging genuineness from life’s wondrous travels.