SAM

Life & Style Weekend - - OUR SAY -

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.

TUNE IN FOR DAVE, SAM AND ASH ON HOT 91.1 ON WEEKDAYS FOR BREAK­FAST FROM 5.30AM.

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