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mate·ship [meyt-ship]

noun

1. the state of being a mate.

2. Australian . a mode of conduct among Australian men that stresses equality,

friendship, and solidarity.

I find it hard to believe (yet proud) that mateship is considered to be Australian.  That a country such as ours can be considered to have such an awesomeness associated with it.

Every country can have this and perhaps they do.  Perhaps it is simply known as something else, but has exactly the same meaning – a relationship between men that stresses equality, friendship and solidarity.

But where does mateship begin… and where does it end?

As many of the people that I love and adore in our community are gathered together to farewell a husband, a father, a grandfather, a great-grandfather, a friend, a protector, a mentor and a mate, I can’t help but think how lucky we were to have one of Dad’s best mates in our lives.

I’m sure that their friendship began as young boys running a muck in the back blocks of Patchewollock and as each of them grew, got married and started a family, that friendship turned to something stronger – mateship.

A mateship that was formed on similarities.  On country values and a respect for each other.  A mateship that faced illness and my father’s death. A mateship that stood up to be counted and remained with our family until last Sunday and will continue to remain within our hearts forever.

I will never know the true sacrifice that was made for our family.  Will never be able to explain it and no words of thanks would ever come close.

All I can simply hope is that two mates are now resting together.  Catching up on lost years, reminiscing about the past and watching down on our future.

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C – Claustrophobic
A – Anger
N – Negativity
C – Closed
E – Erratic
R – Regret
Cancer – a word that I have known all my life. A word I have grown to loath.  To hate and wish never existed. A word that I never want to hear, but sadly am hearing all to often and all too close to home.

In a sense I guess that I am religious. I believe in a greater being that created this earth, that created us and everything in between, .  But for that same being to create something as nasty and horrible as cancer.. please, it can’t be true… can it?

I don’t remember when Dad was diagnosed with his brain tumor, obviously I was too young, or simply I have blocked it out. I simply remember Mum and Dad going to Melbourne, staying with family friends for what felt like weeks and weeks on end and visiting Dad in the local hospitals.

I know I was naive to what was really happening and personally I prefer to keep the happier memories to the fore and the less happier ones locked away in the depth of my memory bank. But the sad fact is that they are there and when local news, like I have heard this past week comes through… so to do those horrible memories.

Somewhere out there, there has to be a cure. How many lives have to be affected before this monster is stopped? How many wives, husbands, brothers, sisters, sons, daughters, mums, dads, grandparents, friends and communities have to endure seeing their loved ones ill before it becomes unbearable?

A friend once told me “everything happens for a reason and if God didn’t think that we couldn’t handle it, than he would not have chosen that path for us.”.

In some ways I struggle to understand this logic. Why did our family have to endure the pain that we felt and still live with everyday so early on? What lessons have we been taught? But plain and simple…why us?

Perhaps there is some logic in his madness. Logic that we struggle to see and logic that may burden us, but hopefully it is logic that makes us stronger.  Enables us to provide support, love and hope for others out there that are now going through what we have been through.

In times like this it’s hard to see how you/we can offer any such support, but it’s the knowing that someone else knows how you feel, what you have been through, that you have continued on, which enables you to continue to look forward. To see that perhaps even in your darkest moments and after all the shadows have settled, there is still hope, there is still life and there is still family, friendship and community.

My heart always lies within our small strong community and I’ll be thinking of you always.

Xx N.

Photo thanks to designsbyjack.co.uk

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