My dad is a rock in my life. And I've noticed over the years that he has been a rock in heaps of other lives too. Being involved in politics and the community for well over a decade, and being a wonderful friend to others for well over half a century, my dad is truely great.
I might have mentioned this before, but I'd love to write the book of his life one day. It is an adventure! He was born to a small family in Walgett, a small community about eight hours north-west of Sydney where two big rivers meet. Basically in the middle of nowhere. It's a lot emptier today than it was when he grew up there. Since that time, he's been to boarding school, a monastery, international business, and politics. He's the great father to five, grandfather to three, and a close friend of mine.
His birthday is always the week before Father's Day, so this year I combined the effort and sent him this:
Good thing we have the same humour.