raising willow… and dexter!

I’m not usually a superstitious person, but my Mum used to say that deaths happen in threes.  First was the sister of a friend and this morning it was A’s boss.  He went out for a morning jog, came back and was getting ready to go to work when he had a massive heart attack.  His daughter found him.

A has lost a friend and a mentor.  He described him as the only person he could have a decent, non-personal argument with.

I interviewed him for a uni essay about 18 months ago, he’d lived an amazing life.  Born in the UK, he taught in Africa (the name of the exact county escapes me) at a school there, then emmigrated to Australia and taught at a tough school (children were sent there after being expelled from other schools) in Melbourne, he then came here and worked in a non-teaching role in a private school.

R.I.P.

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