“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again,because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly.” - Teddy Roosevelt, 1910
My Auntie Sue died this morning.
The dreaded cancer took her too soon, robbing her of the 80th birthday she would have celebrated this year.
Sue was a woman of spirit, a woman who dared greatly. She always lived in the arena of life, always, and pulled others in there too, with her organisation and boldness, all the while telling stories and handing out faith and encouragement.
She was a dedicated mother, grandmother, sister, aunt and friend, as her abundant loved ones will readily testify.
Her humour was wicked and irreverent and she sometimes manifested a Dame Edna twang, adored and copied by my sisters and me. She handed out whisky. dirty jokes and love in bucketfuls and her business acumen was undeniable.
A woman who dared to divorce in the days when people didn't, to raise her sons proudly, to start a new life in a new town and build successful businesses, a woman who gave her later years to her island home, to worthy causes and as a mentor to fledglings at their beginnings.
Her capacity for 'being there' was incredible. Throughout my father's continuing decline over the last decade, she was a rock for my mother and a regular and dependable hand to hold for my father.
Her life story is extraordinary and ordinary . She was an Australian woman of her time who dared to live life with gusto.
She was full of joy and inspired joy in all of us.
Her life is to be honoured and celebrated.
Goodbye, Auntie Sue. we will miss you.