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James Gale
Born in Australia
75 years
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Jude
                Eulogy for Dad September 14th  2007                   
 
Well , here we are, all drawn together today to say goodbye to my dad Jim.
 
Firstly I want to thank you all for coming to my dads send off today and as you all know he really would be happy to see he drew a pretty decent crowd. I’m sure he’s right here amongst us seeing as he loved being the centre of attention!! Well , Dad you certainly have our attention now.
 
            I , of course grew up with him as my father and I loved him as most daughters do, I gave him a pretty hard time as a teenager and made him a grandfather way before he was ready for it! He loved my kids, even though I’m sure they drove him to distraction at times.
My family and I have shared dads life closely for the last 18 years or so, he lived with us after mum gave him the boot ,on and off until he finally settled in permanently for the past 7 years. We had reached an easy peace and things were going good for all of us until he was diagnosed with heart trouble. I guess that was the beginning of the end and I wish I’d been more prepared for this eventuating, but of course the thought of him passing didn’t enter my head., naïve I know. I wish I’d told him that I loved him more often.
                     My daughters Carly and Kim wish for me to say on their behalf that even though they had their differences with their Pop they loved him and cherish every moment they had with him. They remember the nicknames that he gave them as children, Rosie for Carly and Ikma for Kim and how he still would call them that when he felt like it.
When he returned home from a big trip away they would run out to greet him as his F100 rounded the corner for home. Dad of course took full advantage of their adoration and had them carry his bags into the house for him.
He loved all of his grandchildren and their children and he was looking forward to the birth of Kims new baby in January. He also loved and respected Carly and Kims partners , Matt and Craig and they looked up to him like a father.
                   My son Christopher had become very close to dad in the past few years and came to respect and love him for the man he was. Dad was very proud of Chris and how he had pulled his life together and become a hard working and loving husband to Tabatha .
My husband Steve has been his little mate and football buddy since he was 17years old, dad had filled in for Steves own father and Stephen had become his son, dad relied upon him to help him fix his truck and any other little odd job he needed doing, Steve always obliged, Dad has helped us out as often as he could and even though sometimes he annoyed the living daylights out of me I will be forever grateful that he was my dad, he was a character that cannot be forgotten, Bigger than Texas he would’ve said, Big, loud and brassy , and almost impossible to forget!!
   We are all going to miss him and he has left a huge hole in our family which can never be filled, I will miss his laugh, his whistle, his voice and his presence and I doubt very much if I will ever get over losing him the way that I did, it just shouldn’t have happened that way. I’m so sorry dad that you didn’t get what you wanted, but I’m so proud of you for taking the chance to live, I’m so sad for you and me and all of us here that it didn’t pay off.
I know I will miss you forever and you will never be far from me.
 
Dad
I love you
Sleep peacefully now .
Love always Judith
 
 
Carly and Kim
Loud , vivacious, vibrant, opinionated ,intelligent, happy and young at heart, our Pop was all of these and more, and never an old man. In fact we always used to tell him that he would most likely outlive us all.
         As little children, we would hear his F 100 truck coming home from another trip, beeping his horn as he drove into our street. He would get out and hug us as he always did with a tight squeeze around the shoulders, and telling us to tell our mum to put the kettle on for a cup of tea. He would of course take full advantage of our excitement at seeing him and have us carry all of his things into his room for him. He would tell us all about the places he’d been and the people he had met, also always critiquing all of the restaurants he had eaten at along his way, food always being pretty important to our Pop!
         Our Pop loved to whistle and sing, and being his grandchildren he expected us to love it too! We would be embarrassed when he wanted us to perform for other people, singing and dancing to his favourite songs. Now we realise that he wasn’t trying to embarrass us, he was proud of us and showing us off.
           We loved our Pops stories, as he was a master story teller, and we would sit wide eyed while he told us of his life and experiences and the characters he had met along his journey through life, we particularly loved hearing his cricketing stories because the story and his part in it always got better and better every time he told it! 
             He had the ability to recall facts, dates and figures from history off the top of his head and he taught us more about politics, history, maths, social injustice, music, movies and life better than any teacher ever could have.
              We will be forever grateful for the time we had with him, and we will feel the loss of him forever. For the past 9 years he has been surrounded by not only us, but by our children as well and he was teaching them as he had taught us about the world and life. They will be worse off for losing him and now it will be up to us to impart what he taught us to them. We hope that we will be up to the job he has left us.
               We thank him for the nicknames he laid upon us as babies which stuck, and now all these years later we are still Rosie and Ikma. For Pop to still call us by those names meant everything to us. We want him to know that we will never let him down and we will do our best to raise our families and live our lives to make him proud.
               Pop, if you are here and listening to this, we want you to know that we love you more than words can say and we will miss your presence every day of our lives, we will not say goodbye to you Pop, we will just say see ya later .
With love to you forever
Carly and Kimmy.
 

 

 
 

 

Jude
Hahahaha Linnyloo,I remember that,he was always one for putting on a show,and if he couldn't do it (cos mum would've killed him) he got you to do it!!! I miss him too, I have so many memories I don't know where to start...how about being 10 years old and thrown into the back of his van with the greyhounds and go off on a nice 3 hour trip to the country races with the dogs slobbering all over me and Debbie!!!Deb would vomit sometimes, it was just lovely!
Lin

I remember when I was about 4-5 years old going shopping in Coles and you would push me on the trolley and get me to sing at the top of my lungs..How Much Is That Doggy In the window..and you would really laugh about it and say louder..louder.

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