Our final years are by far the hardest of all
WHEN my father passed away more than 10 years ago, I knew I had just lost the most important person in my life.
While dad lived in Sydney and we only caught up around twice a year, I would always be giving him a call asking his advice or just to say hello.
I remember a few months after his death I had some good news to share and I actually went to pick up the phone to call him.
It was at that moment I realised the finality of his death.
While dad succumbed to cancer, my mother has battled on defeating heart issues and lately diabetes.
I decided at Christmas that I'd fly her up from Sydney to share a weekend with my family at our new home in Ipswich.
It was a wonderful few days highlighted by a great afternoon in the corporate lounge at the Ipswich races.
But it was also bitter sweet because I realised that my mother was becoming frail and was now dependent on others to help get her through the day.
She now used a walking frame and just getting in and out of the car was a major issue.
For the first time in my life, I realised that my mother's time on this earth was limited.
She has been a country music fan for years and I was planning to bring her up for the CMC Concert planned for Ipswich next month, unfortunately I now know that is out of the question.
What isn't out of the question is for me to find more time for my mum.
It may be late, but now she needs to know more than ever how much I care for her.