The Parish Church of St George the Martyr, Waterlooville
Well over 300 friends cram-
I am sorry that I cannot be there in person to join in the celebration of your life, but I would like to share a little of what you meant to me.
Remember how we first met? You, as organiser (such a Jules role) were in Cairns recruiting crew for the Venus and I was one of a group hoping to join the boat. What a motley bunch. Good job we were paying for the privilege! Fortunately, you and I hit it off straight away. I love the fact that you were game for anything and everything. It was crazy how we took that tinny into shark-
And what about hitching to Alice? Whose idea was that? Yours, of course, even though you had to be back in Brisbane in 10 days. Unfortunately, none of the trucks were going our way so we just went in the direction of the traffic -
You even ventured to the Outback to see me at ‘Paracoonah’, the sheep station I was staying on. As soon as you arrived you wanted to try everything and I have photos of you riding a motorbike, driving the bulldozer, towing a huge scrub breaker with a ute and ready for take-
During our travels, it was uncanny how many similarities in our upbringing we discovered and to cap it all off, what luck, our parents lived only 25 miles apart back in England. How I loved those day trips, the hot-
I’m glad that after my permanent return to Australia our friendship continued and whilst written correspondence was sporadic, catching up during my trips to UK proved nothing changed. The advent of a husband and children meant that you put the same drive and energy into your family that you expressed through all your life.
So my dear friend, I want to close by saying that though I will miss you, your famous Shepherd, nee Patterson grin, your enthusiasm, exuberance and your zest for life, you will live on in my heart, as you will in the hearts of all those who had the joy of knowing you.
Love you Jules
Winter Edition 2011