Not a day goes by where I don’t think of my mum. She died years ago now, but she is still with me through the good, the bad and the ugly times. You only get one mum and maybe you don’t appreciate just how much they mean to you until they’re gone. I remember days at the beach together, her driving me to school every day, her wicked sense of humour, the pride she had in maintaining a perfectly clean house, her spectacularly over-the-top love of Christmas but above all else, I remember her complete devotion to our family. Mum would always have a coffee on the go and a ciggy on the burn. A real character, she called a spade a spade and was a fierce defender of the downtrodden or less-fortunate, while perfectly maintaining an air of snobbery. Where the IGA Wises Rd stands today was once a footy ground and home to the Maroochydore Roos. Mum loved her footy and many swearwords would pass through those pursed lips of hers if anyone hurt one of her boys. I remember one September in the mid to late 1980s, she shared a birthday with game day and my family had organised a sneaky lunch for mum that included a limousine ride to and from the footy club. As they arrived at the ground, the white stretch limo was announced over the loudspeaker and the crowd was told it contained none other than Lady Di, which was true in many senses of the word, but not necessarily the one everyone thought. She loved every minute of it. She was waving regally out the window and at just the right moment, she started flipping the crowd her famous finger. This wasn’t Lady Di of Windsor. This Lady Di was way cooler. She was my mum.
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