It is here!!! (yesterday now, it got too busy to post it and the photos aren't posting. Blergh)
I have spent the last week completely immersed in the world of boxes, rubbish and packing tape. Phew to being at the end of that stage. I took a couple of photos of our ever growing pile, just because it is a massive amount of junk that apparently we can't live without!
Last Wednesday I had organised for a day of returning and getting rid of, so my friends could get there new things, such as Guinea Pigs and bread makers and I could get a bowl back. It turned into morning tea and a packing bee and I will always be thankful that I have met such special people that jumped in even though I didn't really want them to see all my smalls or notice just how much I had ignored the cleaning lately.
I will also be Thankful for a very useful skip that has been a massive step in getting things done on time. Thank you to my wonderful village for organising such a wonderful gift.
The movers are meant to be here in a couple of hours and do you think I can be bothered doing anything constructive like some sweeping... Nope! Like I said, I am really good at procrastination!!
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Before we had decided to move I was invited by my Dad to attend a reunion luncheon for my Grandfather's 70th anniversary of his Battalion in WW2. I was so honoured to be a part of it as my Grandpa never talked about what he went through in the War. His battalion, 2/10th Field Regiment RAA, were involved in a month of active service and then captured by the Japanese. They were part of the Changi group but mostly worked on a railway cutting most famously known as Hellfire Pass. He was then transferred to Japan and spent the last of the war there and even felt the tremors from when Nagasaki was bombed. He returned to Australia incredibly malnourished, suffering from Malaria, and blind in one eye. This is seriously a reader's digest version as I still don't know all of the details of his time as a POW. (By no mean's do I support the fact that the war ever happened, or that these tragic times should be celebrated, just my Grandfather and the men that served during this time.)
He is now a 90 year old man and I am so proud that he is my Grandfather. He has always been resilient and is still quick witted and full of life. My Dad says that even after a hip replacement last year, Grandpa still thinks he could run a 4k run in under 10 mins, even though he was never able to!! He is a man of very few words but when he speaks you know that it will be intelligent and full of wisdom.
I am also glad that I am able to get to know him before it is too late. Since my Grandmother's passing four years ago, he has been a lot more willing to engage in an adult relationship with me, and I think that he is now open to celebrating the victory of returning home and grieving the life that was spent in such a horrible way.
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