Lotto
Hi, Mum, it seems you may have forgotten temporarily about our deal with
2,10,16,17,27,33,43. So Margie has found a syndicate ( Number One Mum )
I'm leaving you with the details, we are only in 13/05/17 so maybe shave the whiskers off that cat and get on with the job ahead. Love The Boy xox
You'll be ok .......
Grieving for you has been at times, unbearable mum.Our memories keep me close to you, I feel your spirit with the first smell of jasmine in the spring, the autumn sun with its backdrop of colours. I hear your voice when there are bushfires in South Australia or its equinox, equal day equal night. We have become storytellers of Stasia Marie Dillon, we share memories of you Mum, just as we did for our cherished Granny. Laughter and tears of happiness and love give way to the feeling we have all just had a visit with you.
A Mother is she who can take the place of all others,
but whose place no-one else can take.
Mum's Prose
MPOne of Mum's hobbies,of which she had many, was to collect poems and verses. I found several while sorting through some of her belongings, the one I am sharing says so much about her, and also attests to her Irish heritage with her never endining belief in fairies.
Goodnight to the birds
and the fish in the sea.
Goodnight to bears
and goodnight to me.....
and the fairies.
Goodnight Mum xxxxxxxxxxxx
Four Generations
The Power Of Stasia
My mother taught us to love each other, to look out for each other, to be proud of who we were and to not let anyone intimidate us. She taught us her way, by actions not words.
When I was in grade 4 I had a teacher who was new at the school, the word must not have filtered through to her yet that Mrs Kerrison was not to be messed with.
Her name was Miss Falloon, she proudly strutted her stuff in the class room and we all noticed how often she watched her reflection in the windows.
During the first week in Miss Falloon's class she was compiling a list of all the parents names, asking each child in turn to stand and tell her their mother & father's names.
When it was my turn I proudly stood and said "Stasia", sure she would be impressed because my mother had an unusual and beautiful name.
She laughed and said "What's her name? Station?" I was horrified, the other kids in the class laughed and I carried the hurt with me all day.
When I went home Mum could see that I was upset, she asked me what was wrong and I began to cry and told her.
She didn't discuss what had happened, she simply said "You don't have to do your homework today Beverly, I'll write you a note".
The next morning she gave me the note for Miss Falloon, she didn't put it in an envelope so of course I read it. I'll never forget the look on my teacher's face when she read it.
Dear Miss Baboon, Beverly wasn't feeling well last night so please excuse her for not doing her homework.
Nobody messed with Stasia's Kids.
STASIA'S PINK DRESSING GOWN
Brent's football team wore black armbands in Mum's honour for their first game after she passed away. She would have gotten such a kick out of that. I know she would have been watching that game with special pride, it would have given her bragging rights in Heaven for some time. She would go with me to his games & we would sit in the car with our thermos of hot soup. She often became over excited & would wind down her window and yell "GET AWAY FROM HIM!" if she thought the opposition were becoming too rough, much to Brent's dismay. Oh how I love & miss her.
Stasia's Eulogy
When our beautiful Mother first became seriously ill, she wrote out a small death notice for the paper and also told us what arrangements she wanted for her funeral because she didn’t want us to have to worry about it and also because she wanted her final send-off to be as she wanted.
Mum told us that she didn’t want a eulogy at her funeral because people get bored; she told us just to read out the small death notice she had written instead.
Around the same time Susan told us of an article that she had read, it said that it was a shame that people were no longer around when some of the most wonderful thoughts and feelings about them were said in eulogies.
So I decided to go against mum’s wishes and write this eulogy for her. When I went to the hospital on the Thursday evening before she passed away I told her I had written a eulogy and wanted to read it to her. She turned her head slowly to me and asked me if it was going to make her cry, I told her it probably would. I then held her hand and read the follow to her.
We find it very hard to imagine a world without mum in it because in Stasia’s world her children were the most perfect children ever born, her grandchildren the smartest and her great grandchildren the most adorable.
Mum had a fierce determination to see us succeed and nothing demonstrates that more than the following story.
My brother Michael never liked school and when he was around 10 he was wagging school more than he was attending, he would then be in all sorts of strife with Mum when she found out. So he made a career move into running away rather than face the music at home, he usually headed to Altona or Williamstown beach and Mum and Geoff would most times find him by the first night. One time he had gone to our Aunty Lil’s place for lunch and she had given him a large sack of material oddments to take home to mum, with instruction not to lose it on the way, he didn’t go back to school after lunch but ran away to Altona beach instead. Aside from wagging school and running away he was very obedient in most other areas and as he had been told not to lose the bag which was larger than a pillowslip he took it with him too. This time they didn’t find him on the first night and it was late the following afternoon when they located him, of course by now mum was beside herself with grief and worry but when they did spot him and Geoff stopped the car to chase after him she could see that Michael was struggling to make any ground because he was still carrying the bag. She jumped out of the car and yelled “Michael drop the bag and run”. She couldn’t stand to see us not win.
She always wanted and expected us to succeed at whatever we did and even when we didn’t she came up with the most wonderful excuses as to why it didn’t happen. With mum nothing was ever our fault.
We often joked that Mum was the most feared mother in Tottenham, not feared by her own children but feared by every other man, woman & child that dared cross her children. We always felt loved and secure because we knew that she would protect us. She held us accountable for anything we did wrong but she never allowed anyone else to.
We were extremely fortunate because we loved and were loved by Stasia. We were the lucky ones, we were Stasia’s kids.
Missing You
Stasia, My Beautiful Mother In Law,
A year has passed,
It went so fast,
I miss you every day,
I miss your cheeky sense of humour,
We always had a laugh,
I miss your smell,
I miss your stories you told so well,
I miss driving to Werribee to stay with you,
I miss the way you called my name when i walked in the door,
I can still hear you,
I miss your fried rice it tasted so nice,
You touched my heart and changed my life forever,
I miss my Beautiful Mother In Law,
You really were the best one EVER,
Love Forever Julie xxxxooooxxxx,
Missing You.