To honour my parents we decided to get married on their 71st wedding anniversary. Neither Mum nor Dad were in the best of health. Mum had only been living in her nursing home for a few months and was not adjusting well. Dad had spent several weeks in Hornsby Hospital recovering from some serious health issues. It was clear that neither of them were capable of travel and so we decided to fly to Sydney and have a very small private wedding in a place that held many special family memories, Bobbin Head.

Rebecca came from Melbourne to be my witness, Barry’s close friend, Rod, came to be his and the only other guests, (apart from Julie, Rod’s wife) were Jessie and Bob, whose help was invaluable in busting Mum and Dad out of their respective institutions, organising their clothing and transporting them to Bobbin Head. Mum was distressed throughout the entire, short service and kept wailing that she wanted to go home. Dad didn’t look too happy either, but they both perked up a bit later when we went to a North Turramurra restaurant afterwards for lunch. Perhaps the snaps helped!