CAMERON, Kenneth Robert ‘Ken’

I love you Dad. So many memories of our times together though not for many years now.

My early childhood when you would take us for a drive in the fancy cars (like Mustangs) you borrowed as the Manager of Washington Motors, to the plays Craig and I put on for the neighbourhood kids on our verandah because you were in plays at Little Theatre, to the Easter Egg hunts around our home, and Christmases and birthdays when we always got what we wanted – a pool, a bride doll, a cricket bat, a pram to wheel my dolls in, to our holidays at the Gold Coast and playing cricket and football in the front yard.

I remember the day Grandpa died while we were camping at a lake and how sad you were.

Then when you and Mum separated, I remember you visiting to take us kids camping at Caloundra, and to the regular trips I made to visit you, including your wedding to Jan.

I remember living with you both when I was 15, and all the trouble I caused you then, but your love persisted regardless. I remember holding Tom when he was just a baby and how proud and happy you were.

I remember my husband and I coming to spend our honeymoon with you and Jan at Metung. And later 14yo Melissa and I going for a holiday at the lake with you both where Jan let her drive her car.

I remember how you visited when Melissa was so ill, how you spent time with her telling her how much you loved her too. How you went to South Africa to represent our family at Kirra’s birth and our last holiday together when we went to Bali so I could meet Kirra for the first time when she was just a young girl.

Unfortunately, that was the last time I saw you, other than in photos. It was about 14 years ago, but we talked on the phone regularly and we always ended with “I love you”.

Now for the final time, I just want you to know that I love you, and I know you loved me too.

Farewell dear Uncle Ken – with love from Julie