Yarramundi reminds me of the moments with my step dad, the memories when he was alive. We were out at the river at the place I like, the place I love, the place I have so many memories at. We were jumping in the water and I fell on a rock. My step dad asked if I was okay. I wasn’t okay, so we went and made a rock pool with his daughter and me. Later I felt happy and did it again.
Sometimes I get memories or dreams with those memories at Yarramundi. I feel great the next day and have a great day.
I don’t have many other memories with him, but I know that I am excited to see his grave. On Father’s Day we put balloons – purple for storm, and yellow for the colour of his funeral. I love him so much.