is what it’s going to take before I can start living again.
Where do I start. This would have to be the most difficult blog I have ever written since the beginning of it’s existence. Firstly though, I wanted to thank each and everyone of you for the generous out pouring of condolences myself and my family have received via blog comments (both regulars and lurkers), sms messages, phone calls, flower deliveries, house visits and announcements in the Riverine Herald and the Herald Sun. I am truly overwhelmed at the magnitude of people that care for me and my family, I honestly had no idea just how many of you there were. Thank you so much.
I always have been and always will be “My Daddy’s Little Girl”. When he died part of me died along with him. As for how am I doing, I’m in a state of shock and feel completely numb. It’s all so surreal at the moment and I don’t think it will sink in until we attend the funeral next Wednesday 6th August 2008. There really aren’t words to describe this pain, it’s border line unbearable. It’s like someone has reached into your chest with their bare hand and ripped your heart out leaving this gaping hole in your chest that will never heal. I’m constantly on this emotional roller coaster ride and I never know where it’s going to take me, all I can do is hang on in hope that it’s going to be over soon. I’m just taking things one day at a time and hoping for the best. Obviously with everything that’s going on at the moment I’ve had to re-schedule my shoulder surgery, I’m now going in Wednesday 27th August 2008. I guess I’m feeling a little precious at the moment and one of the not so luckiest people in the world. I’ve certainly had better years that’s for sure.
Mum hasn’t been well this week so we’ve had to re-schedule her radiotherapy treatment. We’ve had palliative care out to the house and they’ve even had to put a butterfly clip with a line in so that I can administer her anti-nausea medication intravenously until she’s well again. Heath’s settling into his new home and job although he’s feeling a little unsettled and lost which is understandable considering the circumstances.
Well that’s about all I want to post right now. I need to go, thank you for understanding. xxx
Echuca-Moama’s water skiing fraternity is mourning the death of Echuca’s Dennis Rowbottom after a logging accident in the Millewa State Forest near Mathoura on Saturday.

Dennis Rowbottom


