October Long-weekend - 2026


This year he was in two minds 'bout his hols:

there was the thought of going to the beach,

and meeting up with friends and other souls,

with walks on sand, and swims, and no more teach-


ing, but there’s folk who’ve passed on from this life: 

his spouse’s Mum had died a month back and

she’d said folk weren’t to have a funeral..

I think she didn’t want “hypocricy”…


But fam’ly planned to have a wake some time 

around the long-week-end that’s coming, and

we’ll have to cut that holiday quite fine

to get from Uladulah to Queensland.


And then on top of that, past week a ment-

or - friend who helped him grow up as young bloke

on farm in Bourke; on Monday night he went

out from this life, into the next, his folk


had planned his funeral for long week-end

quite early in October, so folk might

still get to it. Remembering a friend.

who was a power-house, who had some fight


left in him, but he knew his time had come

to sleep in restful peace until the end..

when bodies are remade to stand with some

uncertainty, before CREATION’s friend.


And so our man goes into those unknowns:

A change of pace, but wake & fune’ral too.

Some travel ’cross the state - he won’t have flown.

I’ll ask him at the end: “What did you do?”



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