Saturday 28th February 2015
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| Dad and Fleur |
My father, Adrian
Harmsen, was my biggest fan, and now…I have lost my biggest fan.
Yes I will still
write a daily blog but…will there be anyone following it on a map, plotting the
co-ordinates, waiting to see photos of me happily snorkeling??
Dad turned 90 in October
last year, and he confidently believed he would live to 100. Until he got bowled over by a big bad
melanoma…
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| Dad, centre, with most of his clan |
I got to his
bedside yesterday morning at 10.00 and…he was very happily ensconced in the arms
of Sister Morphine.
He never met the other
wonderful therapist in the Whittle Ward, Pippa, (many generations later) sister
to my own dearly beloved Hayley.
But he was
surrounded by love, admiration and affection.
And he would have
loved this late evening panorama of the Derwent River…he did so love Tasmania.
It is worth noting
that last Friday, 20th February, Dad drove his little blue car into
town to the Bridge Club and played to WIN.
And…win he did!!
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