Today, my family and I mourn the 2 year death anniversary of my pop John Skinner. As I mentioned in my first post, he was mistreated in Aurum, an age care facility which specialized in taking care of people with dementia and alzheimer's, which, along with the poor care he received, lead to his unfortunate death. My pop, who would wake me up in the morning when I was younger, to deliver newspapers early in the morning, by going down to the newsagent at sparrows fart. He would let me throw the rolled up newspapers out the window of his toyota ute. My pop, who would take us on fishing trips, which, sorry to say, I never really got an interest for. I do remember, when I was with him once, I caught myself a rainbow trout, down by a pier. That was a pretty good day, that day.
My pop would gave my sisters and I nicknames as well, again, as I mentioned in my first post, close to the bottom of this page. For me, my nickname was Charlie, for reasons that will ONLY be known to my family. My first, younger sister, her nickname was diz-whiz. Not going into the specifics of why, it's known to our family. And finally, my second, youngest sister, got the nickname of Dolly. Reasons to my family, again. Last time I'll repeat that...probably.
I didn't see him in his dying days, and part of me regrets not seeing him. Then again, and I don't want to sound heartless or cruel, I didn't want my last memories of pop being a seemingly lifeless, constantly in pain, skeleton of his former self. At least I still retain those positive memories of him, when he was alive. I mean, I've known this for a while now, but life can be cruel...but so can death. He's not in pain any more, but all I can do now, is see his photo besides my bed, to remind me of happier times when he was alive. It's hard to write about how I really feel about him.
Though, I suppose if I did have to tell him what's been happening so far, it would be that I've graduated year 12 back in 2017, and I'm still seeking full-time work. I do have a job working with kids like me, and that at least pays. I've been doing a course for the last couple of months, and I'm already on top of everything, and passing each assignment with flying colours. Dolly will be in year 10 this year, and has made a few friends, all of which support her, and who she likes. She's also got her own business while at school, which we all help manage a little (she does most of the work though), in selling stick insects. It's been successful so far, making a wonderful profit at selling the stick insects in question at just $2.00 a stick insect.
And Diz-Whiz, well, she has an apprentice chef job, and she too is doing well. She's really excelling in her job, and she's really happy. And, although Edna, your wife, and my nanna, did move a couple of years ago, she's good. And Diz-Whiz moved in with her as well. Diz-Whiz still visits out place from time to time, when she's free, so that's good. At least we can see her regularly.
And mum? She was a bit upset to realize that it had been 2 years since your passing. It's hard for her to try and find a job when...well, she has kids like Dolly and I. I really hope she can find full time employment like I can, except where she works as a chef. Then, she can feel a bit happier.
That's all I had to say. Rest in Peace, pop. I hope you'll watch over us...especially over nanna. You might not be here physically, but you'll always be in our hearts.
"Perhaps they are not stars, but rather an opening into heaven, where the love of our lost ones pours through, and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy". - Eskimo Proverb
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