Issue 6 2010 - TLS - Victoria University
Issue 6 2010 - TLS - Victoria University
Issue 6 2010 - TLS - Victoria University
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Mum memory<br />
By Barry Garner<br />
I can’t believe it’s nearly three years since you passed away, but it is. I’d like to use a cliché like, ‘Not a<br />
day goes by without...’, but there are days that pass without me thinking of you. Life and the business<br />
of living have a habit of catching us out, dragging us along like a river with an undercurrent of<br />
unstoppable time—days when we all just get caught up with trying to work out what to do next and<br />
how we’ll find the time to do it. But in the midst of all that, there are moments when I think of you.<br />
Times when I realise how much you are still part of my life, and that a huge part of my story is part of<br />
yours.<br />
I still have times when I forget you are gone. Sometimes, I’d love to give you a ring and just catch up<br />
on what’s been going on. I used to love giving you a call. I didn’t even mind the fact that we’d almost<br />
always have the same conversation. You would always reminisce and tell me stories of when me and<br />
the boys were growing up in Carlton, stories beyond my memory—stories of a family in happy times,<br />
innocent times.<br />
Often you’d get confused and mix up just who did what, but it didn’t matter; I liked listening anyway.<br />
You always wanted to talk about the days when Dad was still with us, but not mention the years that<br />
followed. They were hard years for you after Dad died, times when the innocence of Carlton was<br />
replaced by years of trying to forget. Years with your second husband who drank and was sometimes<br />
violent. Years when you drank, I guess, to forget what you had lost.<br />
I wish I could call you now and let you know we’re doing okay, to tell you all about your grandkids and<br />
their kids, and of their innocent years. They are all doing well; living, planning and building a future.<br />
Wish I could tell you how I treasure my memories of you, and how I would give anything to listen<br />
to you again. I’d like to tell you we have moved to a nicer house, had a trip to England and hopefully<br />
grown a little wiser.<br />
I miss you, Mum. Miss the drive up to sleepy old Nagambie to visit you. I even miss the kids sitting in<br />
the back and chanting, ‘How long till we get there’ But most of all I miss you asking, ‘How are you<br />
love’ And caring about the answer.<br />
Barry Garner is a Professional Writing and Editing student at VU.<br />
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