No Weddings and Many Funerals

Yesterday I attended the funeral of Uncle “Digger” in Lake Bolac.
It’s pretty close on the heels of my father dying. It seem only yesterday that life was full of weddings. Now the previous generation is getting into their seventies and nature is taking its course.

I was surprised to learn that Uncle Digger worked, turned up to the local council road crew for thirty years. In todays world that would be quite an achievement.

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