When I think of Ben, I think of:
- Tim Tams
- Multi-coloured speedos from Argentina
- My protective ‘Big Brother’ that never let me talk to any boys
- Diet Coke
- Picking me up and swinging me around
- My ‘on call’ moral compass when unsure
- Our Sydney Trip together: I was trying to make him choc chip cookies but only remembered to double some of the ingredients - it was the biggest cooking disaster of my cooking history and he never let me forget it.
- Great work ethic
- Backstreet boys and Savage Garden- when he first told me that was his favourite music i thought it was a joke...
- the way Ben waddled when he walked
- Ben's quiet but strong walk with God - without being pushy or intrusive, Ben followed his own convictions and encouraged and mentored me through many stages.
My life has been so greatly benefited by his.
That hat Ben is wearing came from our home - it just now that i remember Ben's enthusiasm at having the hat and our pleasure that it was going to a home of love. The hat was made - wait for it - by a woman in Kenya made from used supermarket plastic bags - that she cut a knitted or knotted - her son Tindy - who was studying at La Trobe Wodonga campus came and had a great weekend on the farm - our boys loved Tindy - and this and another equally "amazing" hat were our gifts from Tindy - fancy Ben loving that hat - well actually it makes sense really on a whole heap of levels
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