It was for one of my patients and I was asked to play some music, which was a privilege, and yet still, a difficult thing to do. Anyhow, it was a great party for a great kid.
It was held at the local footy oval,
and there was a jumping castle,
a mobile zoo with a lamb, a calf, a shetland pony and numerous rabbits and guinea pigs.
There was also equipment to play footy or cricket, along with a sausage sizzle, fairy bread and cupcakes. A great send off indeed, along with an antique fire engine and a harley hearse.
RIP Mack.
This was a fantastic example of community for me to witness also. The local community rallied around this family and provided lots of food, drinks and entertainment for the kids. It really showed how having a supportive community can pull together when things are tough. In our very individual lifestyles that many of us lead these days, we have lost that sense of community a bit. It is such a shame.
One of the things that I will be sad about when we move is the loss of our little community in the street. We share the care and rewards of chooks, we share food when there is too much for one family, we share laughs in the street, and we know that we can count on our neighbours for help in times of need - such as the time our kitten got stuck down the drain and our wonderful neighbour came and helped us shift the drain cover.
Whether our needs are big - as in preparing for the perfect send off - or small - such as helping rescue our kitten - our community makes our lives happier. Whether it is a geographical community, a community of interest or any other type, it is always nice to belong and to feel both needed and supported.
