15-11-51, say it backward or frontward, it still comes out as the day my sister, Bev, was born. 15th of November, 1951.
Thursday of last week would have been Bev's 62nd birthday. If she had made it that far. She didn't.
This Saturday gone a small group of immediate family gathered on the bank of a small part of the Collie River East Branch and spread Bev's ashes in Pop's Pool. Just over six months since Bev passed away. The ceremony held Saturday was to say farewell to Bev, and to allow us all the opportunity to move on. Or, in the words most people use, to "have some closure" after Bev's passing.
Bev was a force unto herself. She was full of energy, full of laughter, full of knowledge, and on most occasions full of shit if she thought she could get away with it. She loved the funny side, the dark side of life; that humerous side that political correctness wouldn't let us touch for so long. But with Bev, there was always a way to find a laugh in the worst of life.
And that's how we spent the last months together.......
