|My Dad aged 55 on my wedding day|
My Dad grew up in a little town called Terang, North East of Warrnambool in South Western Victoria. The family had been in the town for so long that I am the first generation to be born outside Terang for over 100 years.
I grew up going to Terang for holidays to visit my Nana and Pa and later just my Nana. My Nana died when I was 12 and after that we didn't go to Terang as often as I think my Dad would have liked. He often would return for funerals of people that he knew growing up and sometimes just for the day. My Dad had said when he died he would like to be buried in Terang so that's what we did.
When we buried him on New Year's Eve last year, I decided that I would return each year with my boys to visit Dad. So that's what we did. In the great family tradition we packed sandwiches and water bottles and headed off down the back roads to Terang.
|Matty having stolen Ben's Ted while he was sleeping|
|Enjoying our picnic lunch|
|Hiding in the fort|
|Up the top with Daddy|
From the park you can see the cemetery so we explained to Ben that is where we were going next. He understood, as much as a 4 year old can, that Hooley Dooley (My Dad) was not there anymore but that this is a special place to come and say hello.
|View from the playground|
I think my Dad thought he was invincible. I certainly think he didn't think he would die as early on as he did. He hadn't planned his plot or anything but as always it seemed to work out. My Dad was a farrier by trade and always loved horses (that's how him and my mum met). So when we buried him in the plot that was the next available it over looked the pony club and the entire town, we thought it was a good spot. My Dad was keen into harness racing and on the drive way into the cemetery there is a paddock with 2 bay standard breeds. So I guess I'm saying it's a good place for him.
We then went and found my grandparents, Ben's great-grandparents and their parents as well! Yep the family has some pretty serious roots in Terang. We walked through the sprinklers and tried to feed the horses some apples. Then it was time to leave but we didn't want to go home just yet so I decided to introduce the boys to Logan's Beach in Warrnambool.
|Logan's Beach Whale Nursery - We missed the whales by a couple of months|
|Loving the water|
|Not too sure about this sand|
|I LOVE the BEACH!!|
|The drowned rat look|
|Don't care back in the water :)|
I have to say thank you to Trent, he was really awesome! Lots of hugs and lots of smiles :)
|Mt Elephant on the way home|
|According to Ben Mt Elephant has a pooey bum|
And home we came.