Jock's father died on Saturday. He'd been in a coma for 8 days. We all marveled at the human body and what it can do to survive. It's a very sad time to be back in Australia, but it's mixed with relief, for John would not have wanted to live a life with no quality or purpose. It's all been a bit of a haze, because a few days ago we were in Glasgow in baltic weather conditions working and lining up far too long at the post office, and suddenly we were home in Australia in the heat and sea breeze.
Watching Jock's mum say good bye to her life partner was a beautiful thing....I hope Jock and I get the same privilege (although not any time soon....)
Today we ate succulent kangaroo on sticks whilst watching the sun set over the Fremantle harbour. Who could ask for anything more?
Pic - Jock's father, John Mesto , pictured (left) with John's brother Ross, (who died in 2007)