Travelling most of my life began with mum, and with ‘still’ many photographs mum took of us, I cannot image the joyrides we had. Though, as a young boy growing up I could not image how I was different to other boys whom had a dad.

Buying my mum perfume and clothes as I grew up ( for birthdays, Christmas and mothers days ), there were special days where I paid for a return airfare flight to Melbourne from Brisbane so mum could move away from the loneliness that man had made of her life.

 

Though to think of the men that stayed at home as her boyfriends seemed like a ‘warning’ from a community of men, as she always looked to me as her son for life, as she always prayed to Mary ‘the betrothed to Joseph whom was Jewish, as sometimes I went and stood at her bedroom door ( without entering Mary’s domain ) seeing mum holding the Rossry Beads like it was all the life she had and had fallen asleep.