We have always had to watch every penny but one day my daughter told me she loves her life, and her family and friends. I asked if she felt she never had what they had. No, she said. Why would I? I was touched.

My grandpa telling me he loved me, he barely even told my gran, as a child he never once heard his parents say they loved him so he found it extremely hard to say it (my mum heard it once from him) but I was his favourite and I miss him dearly

My grandma was a softly spoken, warm & cuddly lady. I use to love Xmas school holidays, my family would stay during the Xmas New year period, then go home, leaving me to stay with grandma by myself for 3 weeks. I’d enjoy beautiful homemade cakes & biscuits, lots of cuddles & lots of trips to the park.

As a child camping and going out on the boat with my dad early in the morning to fish, just the two of us. Whilst my mum and siblings slept. He passed when my children were very young so sadly they missed having this experience and with their grandpa.

There are so many but the most recent is seeing my husband and son at the airport as I arrived home from an amazing week to be rushed to the hospital to see my mum. Pure love and relief to know you are not alone.

Not only will this make you treat each moment more preciously, but you will be more patient with yourself and with others, recognizing that there are millions of moments on the path to any worthwhile achievement.

BOOKS! BOOKS! BOOKS! I just can not get enough.

Before my grandpa passed he would always sit me down and talk about … engineering. It was so incredible boring but now looking back, I really treasure those moments and how funny it was.

I remember the unconditional love my mother gave, I remember always laying my head in her lap in my younger years even in my teen years while watching movies & TV together, something I’ll cherish now she is gone.

On a yacht, out at sea,
Watching the sunset, Just him and me;
Happily married just on 38 years,
Still together, Unlike our peers.

My Italian father working in his vegetable garden. He was a true permaculture gardener before it was fashionable. He grew, cooked and ate with love and gusto.

My grandmother used to make me a jumper for every birthday. She made it to my 20th birthday, so I have 20 very cherished sweaters that will be passed on to my little ones as they grow. A true memory that is with me.

My favourite memories are of my grandmother and I sifting through the books at the library together she taught me that books are transportive and immersive

My favourite memory is Mother day where I was spoilt rotten with burnt toast, heaps of butter and jam and a cold cup of tea.. I loved it – Beautiful thought by my kids.

My favourite memory of a loved one is dancing on my Nonno’s feet at the Italian balls that used to be held near my home. He would waltz me around and everyone would clap. I felt so special!

I have the best childhood memories of squidding with my grandpa and uncle, now both deceased. Catching them, them inking everywhere and then gutting them and throwing the heads to the seagulls Lol

There’s nothing like sitting at a table on a beach, at restaurant setting with fiancé. In a holiday destination. A warm wind ever so slightly. Music in distance. (Sigh) Evening sky. Young love is serenading.

My best friend from school passed away at 54 very suddenly. I remember all the fun, good times we had together. We grew up on neighbouring farms and both had the best childhood in the country. Life was free and easy.

My dad was terminally ill and I saw how he cherished his time with his grandson and singing nursery rhymes together.

Driving through country Victoria on road trips with my Dad to see our cousins it was a time we could talk