life's a beach

would you believe me if i told you i went to the beach today? probably not hey! but i did. it was the australia day public holiday today and our lovely friends the newmans were going to the beach and convinced us to go too. 

if you know me at all. i only have to look outside to get burnt. i am whiter than the sand that covers the beach. i am so pale that my skin is practically transparent. everyone thinks that i don't like the sand, but i actually don't like the sun! i get burnt and i get a headache... enough said. decision was made: sunnies, lots of clothing (life hack from today: if you're like me and don't really want to be seen in public with a bathing suit on, work out pants and a top made from the same kind of material are so good in the water. they sit close to the skin, are super comfortable and dry quickly.) and bucket loads of suncream before we hit the road.

but we went... and it was a nice day. it was hottttttt and i felt it. but the kids loved it and are dying to go again. the newmans have a giiiiant shade shelter which i spent much of my time hiding under, while going in the water a few times. alex went in his little blow up seat and promptly got blown away from madeline (i trust that girl with her baby brother so much, she loves him so much and would never let any harm come to him, so i watched them in the shallows from under the tent) so we got that out of the water quick smart and i went and held him instead. it was actually quite windy considering what a fine day it was!

joseph loved playing with the girls in the water and sitting down in the sand. the kids really were in their element - must be that island blood... which made me think we really should do this more often! maybe i could handle it.

playing in the sand and making their own little puddle a little way inshore. the waves would come up and fill the hole every so often and they would squeal with delight as they got wet again.

alex was the absolute cutest - he loooooved the beach. especially the sand. after a few dips in the water, he sat with us and pawed around his little legs, getting his hand covered in sand and eating plenty of it too! ew. he was especially thrilled when madeline brought him a bucket with water and his own little shovel so he could dig and play about in the shade. so cute! looks like i have yet another water baby in the making.

this was my favourite part of the day - after a picnic in a local park and icecream from a "mr whippy" van who just happened to appear at the perfect time (with the most reasonably priced items i've ever seen in my life as well as tap and pay on board!) we packed up and made our way home. but not before madeline took this adorable selfie with her brothers. i love it (and them) so much. it was a great day, with family and good friends. 

australia, we love you! 

homemade bread

so... i gave homemade bread a go... and it wasn't terrible. admittedly i decided later than i should on a sunday afternoon, the attempted to make it quickly, from scratch. many bad ideas there haha. 

but. it wasn't terrible. i picked the first recipe that popped up (which you can find here) that didn't look too hard and went for it.

we ate it piping hot from the oven with butter and jam and it was yum! but i think it will probably be better the more attempts i make at it and the more time i put into it.

it did, however, rise beautifully and i was super proud of that... until i put the uncooked dough in the car to drive to my mother in laws and it started to sink a little in the pan... another rookie mistake.

perfect homemade bread - i am coming for you!

go! have a little bit of fun

i am sure you can imagine from the past few posts that these school holidays haven't exactly been everything we dreamed of. school finished less than a week before christmas, steve was in hospital that whole time and we were back and forward, then he died just after new year and our lives have consisted of being back and forward from hospitals, funeral homes, cemeteries and the likes. i am not complaining, but the kids really haven't had any fun at all. in fact, it's been downright awful for them. their school holidays have been a bit of a downer.

so... when doug's uncle salevana who is still here from samoa decided he wanted to take us and the kids to the movies, we eagerly accepted and started looking for something fun to watch. we saw a few that seemed okay, but this one (go!) stood out to us. joseph is obsessed with any form of racing, this was full of high speed go-karting? win. it was filmed in australia? another win.

we really liked it. it was lots of fun, we giggled a lot... it had that great dry australian humour and lots of cute shots in busselton (a beach town about 3 hours drive from us) which helped make it even better. it was just what we needed to cheer us up. i don't think it would be everyone's cup of tea, but we enjoyed it. worth a look. 7/10

stephen's funeral

yesterday we said our last goodbye to stephen as we laid him to rest at the pinnaroo valley memorial park.  i had spoken to him about what he wanted for his funeral in the weeks leading up to his death and i can honestly say that more love went into his funeral than any other i have ever arranged in all my years at the funeral homes i worked in.

he wanted it to be simple. no fuss. just family and some friends, celebrating his life. no misery and as many laughs as we could muster. with oliveta's samoan background, a body would normally be taken to the family home for a few days where all of us would sleep around the body and spend time with it, but he didn't want that. instead, the night before all of our family gathered together at the funeral home with his open coffin and each spoke about what he meant to us. it was a beautiful, special and an intimate final time for all of us. we had also gone as an immediate family a few days earlier to dress him before he was placed in his coffin.

after our time on thursday evening, when we closed the coffin, dominique deliberately left one of the coffin screws slightly off centre, just to annoy him one more time. it entertained us all to no end when the coffin arrived at the chapel which was the best part.

at the funeral service we had a lot of family input. madeline sang a prelude item, "i feel my saviours love" and then spoke during the service.

God saw you were getting tired

and when a cure was not to be

He wrapped his arms around you

and whispered “come to me”

Hi my name is Madeline and I loved my poppy very much. He has been sick for a very long time, but he always had time to laugh with my brothers and I.

On New Year’s Eve, our family went to the hospital to have a party with poppy. We had so much fun, we listened to ACDC, popped party poppers, had glow sticks, ate pizza, drank sparkling juice and played games. It was the best! 

I’m so glad we got to spend that last time with him before we said goodbye. I miss him so much, but I know he’s not sick anymore, so I’m happy for him. 

I am going to read a little poem to remember him with. It’s called “Miss Me But Let Me Go.”

When I come to the end of the road

And the sun has set for me

I want no tears in a gloom-filled room

Why cry for a soul set free?

Miss me a little-but not too long

And not with your head bowed low

Remember the laughs that we once shared

Miss me-but let me go

For this is a journey that we all must take

And each must go alone.

It's all part of the Master's plan

A step on the road back home

When you are lonely and sad in your heart

With time, things get better, you know

Remember me, as you laugh each day

Miss me but let me go

I love you Poppy and I’ll never forget you.

I promise Joseph and I will tell Alex all about you.

Love, Maddie.

In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen. 

 i sang "where can i turn for peace?" which i somehow made it through... who knows how, but i felt so good being able to do one more thing for him. 

douglas gave the eulogy, which was just right. it explained him perfectly, which helped a lot of people who hadn't ever been able to get to know him the way we had.

For those of you who don't know my wife Jade, she worked for many years as a funeral director. I remember she once told me that a funeral is just like a wedding. You have your flowers, your groomsmen (or in this case, your pallbearers) and the coffin is your expensive dress. So, dad - I hope you like your new dress!

Stephen Douglas Kendall was born in Gisborne, New Zealand on the 6^th of May,1954, to Evan and Louisa Kendall. He was the oldest of three, with two younger sisters, Paula and Wanda. He always wanted to be a truck driver, from when he was a child. His mother wasn’t impressed with that and told him he had better go and learn a trade, so he became a carpenter. When he was 25 he travelled to Western Samoa for work, for Craig Construction. He loved the island life and became comfortable there, even finding himself a wife! Mum and Dad were married and I arrived in 1980. We moved back to NZ when I was still a baby – then became a family of 4 when my sister Dominique arrived in 1989. On the move again, we moved to Brisbane in 1991, dad first, to set us up and then the rest of us joined him.

Life was good to him there, we built a family home and he was working as a spreader driver for Allens Asphalt. Dad lived and breathed for that place. He loved his trucks and he loved his job. When we contacted Brad Allen a few weeks back to let him know about dad he wrote back something I’d love to share: "Your Dad was the most loyal and hard working out of all the people who have ever worked for me and he was only one of two employees who passed the 10 year mark. I miss those years at Allens we had such a great crew and plenty of fond memories. Tell him to stay positive to the end as he will live on in his family and friends memories always."

He was well known and liked at Allens, earning himself a great reputation amongst the staff and the nickname “LEGEND.” His work spoke for itself, meticulously finished, he took great pride in presenting all he did. If someone said it couldn’t be done, he’d be off to prove them wrong.

Mum and Dad moved to Perth in 2015, to be closer to family. Everything fell into place piece by piece and he said that was a sure sign it was the right move. He was happy with their new place, settled into work at Boral and was happy here spending time with family, especially his ratbag grandkids. One of his proudest moments was when Dominique returned from her mission and married Bryan. He said walking her down the aisle was something he had waited his whole life for and you couldn’t wipe the smile off his face that entire day.

As life would have it though, things became harder for him, from that time on. He was first diagnosed with cancer in 2012, which he overcame, only to have it return mid 2016. This time it was harder for him, the cancer more aggressive and he struggled to keep well. We watched him go from being the toughest bloke we knew, to relying on others, which he hated, as it got worse and worse. He was admitted to hospital time and time again, with the doctors baffled by how things progressed. But, it was his time. He was admitted for a final time in late November, moved to the Palliative Room on New Years Eve, where we began the new year as a family, and he left us on January 3^rd. He fought so hard to stay, made all kinds of plans for the future, but it just wasn’t to be. Mum, my sister and I were so lucky to be able to be with him as he took his final breaths. We know of the promise of our family being sealed for eternity and take comfort in knowing we will one day be together again.

Although he wasn’t able to attend church much over the past few years due to his illness, he knew of the truth of the gospel. We found a piece of paper in his room after he passed that read, FAITH: to be sure of the things we hope for, to be certain of the things we cannot see. Well dad, we cannot see you any longer, but I am certain you have gone to a better place. A place where you are whole again, and can finally get back to work.

Dad was so fiercely independent, he hated not being able to work. He often lamented that he felt useless and just wanted to “get back to it.” We wanted that for you dad. He was so proud of his family, he would always tell us how proud he was of all we did, but wasn’t afraid to tell us when we were being tools either.

Dad was a proud and hardworking man, with a love for three things: classic rock, anything with an engine and bad jokes.

His facebook profile “about me” still reads: I like rock music. Real rock. Not that modern crap. He loved to spend his days listening to his rock, but his all-time favourite was his precious AC/DC. He loved Bon Scott and was so excited when we showed him his special memorial area at the Fremantle Cemetery and his statue at the Fremantle Fishing Boat Harbour. During his final weeks, his greatest joy was listening to music on his portable speaker just loud enough to not receive noise complaints from other members of the hospital ward. Music was life to him. Back in his younger days he could be found listening to his music collection or playing a guitar. He had a very extensive collection of music, all rock.

Dad’s dream was always to own a Harley Davidson motorbike. It’s all he ever wanted. But every time the opportunity arose, he always found somewhere else the money was needed. He was forever putting our family first. We’ve found a way to make his dream come true today as he will be escorted on his final journey by two nice and loud motorbikes as we make our way to the Pinnaroo Valley Memorial Park.

Back in his younger years he restored quite a few vehicles and brought them back to life. He took great delight in telling us that a few of them were purchased by members of the mongrel mob in New Zealand. He just loved grease and petrol and keeping his hands busy. In the final weeks of his life, he went downhill so quickly, becoming so weak and I know the thing that hurt the most was no longer being able to use his hands. He struggled knowing he had always been able to keep busy, doing things all the time and hated relying on others to do everything for him.

Our family will forever be thankful for the team at Sir Charles Gairdner Hospital for the amazing care he received. Their staff on his ward are truly the best of the best. They always had kind words for dad, a smile and stacks of extra jelly in every colour. The nurses loved dad, he would joke with them and mess about. “Mr Kendall, How are you today?” “Ugh, not again.” “Mr Kendall did you have any other questions?” “Yes. Do these windows open?”

Dad, my life will not be the same without you in it. You were my greatest friend and the one person who was always ready with a joke, mostly at my expense. I know you were so proud of me and I’ll always try to live up to that. We all miss you, but know that you’re somewhere, probably having a jam with Bon Scott or working on another car.

We’d like to leave you today with dad’s favourite joke. It’s terrible, barely funny and straight up silly, but we promised we would tell it one last time.

A duck walks into a bar and asks the barman, “got any bread?”

“No?” says the barman

Next day the duck comes back and asks the barman again, “got any bread?”

“No” says the barman

The next day he comes in again. “Got any bread?”

“NO,” says the barman. “Now get out here before I nail your beak to the bar!”

“Got any nails?” asked the duck.

“No,” says the bartender.

“Got any bread?”

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as you read above - steve's whole life, all he wanted was a harley. he had spoken to us about it time and time again, and then something would always come up and it would go on the back burner again. for this reason, i wanted to make his dream a reality as we said goodbye to him. i contacted a local charity motorcycle club in a wild hope that they would possibly be able to help us by sending two of their members to escort him on his finally journey. to my absolute amazement they said yes! and were there with two shining harleys at the end of the service. nothing made me more emotional the whole day than watching them ride away escorting him.

stephen's escort on the way to pinnaroo cemetery. 

when we arrived at the grave, they waited for our pallbearers to carry the coffin across and then made a lot of noise as they rode away leaving us to have our burial. it was a perfect tribute.

  

stephens pallbearers were:

douglas (son)

bryan (son-in-law)

james (douglas's best friend, from childhood and still)

stephen (a friend from church who was there for him particularly at the end)

salevana (brother-in-law)

gerard (a cousin)

at the conclusion of the graveside service, dominique and i draped the lace cloth that had been covering his coffin over his coffin in the grave. it was a beautiful moment for us and looked really lovely to those who were there. we also threw pieces of asphalt into the grave which was such a cute goodbye, knowing that that had been such a huge piece of his life. we had also asked him to pick the songs for this part of the service and we had "back in black" by acdc, (we had to talk him out of highway to hell hahah), "old man" by neil young and he had jokingly told us he wanted "macho man" by the village people, so we did that too. i am sure he would have had a giggle about it.

(update - february 2020

we ended up selling stephen's car to his friend stephen from church and he told us a couple of days later that instead of throwing his piece of asphalt into the grave, he had slipped it into his pocket instead. it is now in the side pocket in the car and he gets to ride around with him all day every day. we thought that was so special.)

it was such a special day and truly the perfect goodbye. we were so grateful to have had so many family members here with us, even if that is what delayed the funeral taking place sooner. it was worth the wait. one of the most special parts was watching baby alexander james hanging out with his uncle james. i'm so glad they had the chance to meet, even in a time like this. 

maddie at wab

miss madeline got to have a little time out today before her grandfathers funeral tomorrow at the west australian ballet! aunty dom and nannaleah gave her a pass to attend a summer holiday workshop as a christmas gift and today the day finally arrived.

she had a great day dancing with a bunch of other little girls and enjoyed every minute of it. what a lucky girl!

she told me they did a "fishy dance"  and did other exercises and worked at the barre.

i have loved watching her dance more and more around the house as she has become more confident, even making up her own little dances. it is so sweet to watch.

there's only a few more weeks before she'll be back in the studio at step up and she already can't wait... so today was a great opportunity to break up the long wait to be back there.

thank you pinkers! ❤

my father-in-law

there are only a few days until we will lay stephen to rest - but i wanted to share a little more about him here before that happens.

he was the manliest man you would ever meet. no airs or graces. just man. he was always busy, tinkering around in the garage, cleaning something or sweeping up. he was such a hard worker and i know it killed him to have to give up work when he got too unwell, and to eventually lose the movement in his hands at the end. being so fiercely independent made it so hard for him to ask others for help, even when the time came that he had to. he appreciated the doctors and nurses at sir charles gairdner hospital so much and always spoke so highly of them and their care. they really made him feel welcome and comfortable during his time there.

he had an undeniable love for classic rock. he always spoke about classic rock. not this "new crap" the old, real music. ac/dc was his all time favourite and he never ever let this one go... years and years ago when i first began working in the funeral industry i was walking from one of the funeral chapels to the main gate when i had a man approach me asking me if i knew where he could find bon scott. i answered saying,"um, does he work here?" turns out, which i had no idea of at the time, he was the lead singer of his precious ac/dc and has a special memorial area at the fremantle cemetery. he made sure to tell that story to anyone who would listen, at any opportunity he got.

he loved his grandchildren like mad. even though they drove him nuts touching things and moving things and being children, he was crazy about them. he loved to tell them stories about poop and farts and make them giggle loudly at the most inappropriate times.

when baby alex arrived, steve only had eyes for him and was given the immense pleasure of being the first one to see him walk when i had popped out to the car one day... he didn't do it again for a few weeks!

he told me a few times in the past months that he would love us to have one more baby - "a little girl!" he said, "i have always loved little girls!" oliveta keeps reminding me of that and telling me stephen said i need to have one more baby, but i think doug will take a lot more convincing! i love this photo of him and baby madeline, i have never seen him more happy in his life than when he became a grandfather.

he was so, so proud of doug and told me over and over how glad he was for the choices he had made in life and how lucky he was to have married me. he certainly knew how to make me feel good about myself.

he could be very wishy-washy about the church and the dedication it took to remain strong, but i know in his final days he was ready to return to his heavenly father. he spoke to us about the importance of remaining faithful and i know he wants that for his family and children, to be part of their eternal family and remain sealed to him and oliveta in the eternities. i will be so happy to be there with him.

above all, he gave me endless amounts of crap. it was like it was his life mission to tease me and we both loved it. he would remind me frequently about how he didn't like me when he first met me and wasn't that impressed, until i matched his sarcasm with my own, answered him back and gave it back as much as he was handing it out. it was then he realised he was stuck with me. i remember well that he always said his favourite shirt was the one that said, "international sarcasm society. like we need your support." 

he loved opshopping as much as i did and loved it when i would take him with me. we would hunt out bargains together and loved showing them off to our equally unimpressed spouses when we returned from our trips. in fact, he still owes me 3 opshop trips and you better believe i will be taking them out of his estate. lol. i wish. but i also know if i did, he would be even more proud of me.

he always spoke so fondly of his younger years and his time in new zealand. i know more than anything he wanted to return there to visit one last time and i know he will be there with us every step of the way, when we have our family holiday there in a few years time. he asked us over and over near the end if we would go for him.

most of all, i love the way he cared for his wife. he did all the little things for her. made sure her car was ready, provided for her and was all a strong husband should be. i am so grateful he was a fine example for my husband, who works just as hard and provides for our family too.

steve and oli, young and in love in samoa. he would always tell us the stories of his life in samoa too and recalled them with such fondness. i know he would have loved to have made it back there too.

it's hard to believe that this little guy grew up to be all of that, but i am so grateful that i got to be a part of his life for so long. steve, i will always love you. i am so grateful i got you as my bonus father and will miss you each and every day. ❤

alexander james: fifteen months

somehow another month has passed and baby alexander is now fifteen months old...

this month he:

-he cut two side molars

-cut one bottom tooth to the left of the middle

-he is barely crawling now

-cut his two top molars

-he has started to pat our bags when he hug him. we have always done it to him, so now he does it back.

we love him so much. he is such a gorgeous little babe.

bennett brook railway

can you believe that i have lived ten minutes away from whiteman park for 4 years and had absolutely no idea that they had a miniature railway in there?! it's been a long few weeks for the kids even before their grandfather passed away last week  (between going to and from the hospital, even over christmas and new year and now organising a funeral) and my lovely mother wanted to take them somewhere for a bit of time. after a bit of googling we found the railway line and the hours it operates which were perfect for us... so off we went.

we had the best time! i had to keep alex in his carrier so he wouldn't try to run around in the open edged carriage, or dive off the edge. i don't think the chains they use to close them off would have kept him in - eep, but it was still good.

you pay a one off entry fee for the train and receive a ticket, then you can ride its loop as many times as you like. the train runs through some of the parks bushland in the park over a six kilometre track. we did two and it was just right.

it was such a good time to relax and just enjoy the bushland around us. anyone who thinks that the australian bushland isn't beautiful is delusional.

so grateful to have mum around to cheer us up!

these kids loved every minute of it, pointing out the little signs everywhere along the track - the artwork at the stations... the little scarecrows... there are heaps of things placed around about for the kids to look at!

i just love where we live!

and sharing times like these with these cute kids ❤

this kid wiggled and giggled the whole time, but i know he loved it too.

relax day - complete

if you want some time out, i highly recommend it. fun for the kids and adults too - as well as super relaxing.

done for another day - and back to real life.

❤