Rebecca Galea — 24 December 2025

To my Grandpa Ken,When I think of you, I picture you in your grey flat capthe classic Aussie grandpa. I still smile at the sound of you saying "Satdee, Sundee"Some of my most cherished memories are the smallest ones. Ill never forget the night I stayed over and carefully brushed my hair a hundred times on each side. Instead of telling me to hurry up, you laughed, noticed the care I was taking, and let me keep counting rather than rushing me off to bed. It made me feel seen and special. A silly little girl memory, perhapsbut one Ive carried and never forget.Growing up, life wasnt always easy or nurturing. Trips to yours and Gwens place, and outings like the aeroplane show or the museum of mummies, were few and far betweenbut they mattered more than you could ever have imagined.Those moments were filled with attention I cherish more than you could ever have known. You stepped into the gaps during difficult times, even without realising that what you offered wasnt just fun times, but a lifeline in a hard chapter of my life.I will never forget the day you showed up unexpectedly at the Childrens Hospital when my eldest, Mia, was hurt. You arrived with a smile and a caring heart, right when we needed help to get home. We were stranded, and no one else had stepped forwardthen suddenly, there you were. With a smile and kindness.Im sorry I cant be there in person today, but I am watching the service from home, holding you close in my heart. Thanking you for reaching out across the years, for the experiences you shared, and for being a caring presence when it matteredeven if you never knew the impact you had.Within my heart and the memories I hold, I am with you today. I'll be looking for that grey flat cap when we meet again one day.With lots of love, Becky.