~ R.I.P ~

John Bernard Pols

20.12.41 - 13.01.09

Perhaps God is a poet
Who writes with words
Of flesh and bone and leaf and flower

Every hour of every day,
Words pour out of the poet’s heart,
And every word is beautiful,
And true and worth the telling.

And when each poem is perfect,
And there is no more which ought to be said,
The poet gently takes the words
Back into his heart, where they are safe forever…

And then begins again.

Author Unknown

We received that dreaded call early in the early hours of the morning and it's uncanny how first you hear the phone and know somethings up as who rings at that time of the morning.

Sure enough it was my Sister In-law ringing through to inform us our Father had just suffered a heart attack and was being rushed to the Flinders Medical Centre.

From there on the following week was a roller coaster of a ride as he placed under an induced coma and as the week went on and as further tests were being taken reality was beginning to sink in.

We were trying desperately to get back to Adelaide during this time but due to my immigration process not being finalised were faced with not being able to leave as it would be seen as abandoning my application.

Some last minute frantic running around, help from family and the good grace of an immigration officer I was granted authorization and the following day we were on the next available flight.

Unfortunately we were unable to be there when they turned off his life support but were able to see him one last time and attend his funeral.

He was an incredible individual who selflessly gave the shirt off of his back to help those around him in need and I witnessed this numerous times through out his life. In the forefront of my memories will always be his love and devotion for my Mother who suffered from and eventually passed away from Muscular Dystrophy.

He was a very easy going, down to earth, hard working with a spirit full of adventure and will forever hold many fond memories growing up with him.

He will sadly be missed but always be remembered by those who were fortunate to know him.