Written by I love my family. They have shaped who I am, loved me always, and provided me with strength. Please excuse me while I go on a little nostalgia trip here, as I’ve got lots of love to talk about.
Legacy - something for mum to pass on to her grand-daughter.
It’s because of my mum and dad that I work so hard, it’s because of them that I say please and thank you, it’s because of them that I care about people. They shared their stories with me, of all their mistakes and triumphs. They didn’t try and pretend that certain “bad” things didn’t exist, instead they told me all about them and all that comes from them. And for that I am eternally grateful.
My parents owned a video store for most of my life, and from that stems my passion for films & television shows. I remember a lot from that store, and could probably still hire someone out a movie if you asked me to.
One thing that deserves a mention all in itself, is science fiction. Just introducing that is reason enough for me to love my parents eternally. It’s where I got a whole chunk of my ideals from, especially my whole utopian world view which always seems to stop me from comprehending all this hate & greed in the world. Stargate will always have a special place in my heart. I’ve never not had Stargate in my life.
A common O'Neil family discussion. Click for full conversation.
My brothers: Mike, Andrew, Daniel and T3, I love them all. Mike’s the quieter, kind-hearted one who’s going to do a whole lot of good out in the world. Andrew’s loud, fearless and passionate, I pity anyone who gets in his way. Daniel’s my angel in heaven, my brother that would have been as amazing as the rest, and shall be forever loved. T3 (Tiger the 3rd), he’s been around for almost half my life now and I love him to death. He’s cheeky, caring and beautiful.
My grandparents: the Dewars of Peak Hill and the O’Neils of Bathurst. Unfortunately I never met Pop O’Neil, the merchant navy man who jumped ship to come to Australia, but his name shall forever be the centre of mine: Jason Edward O’Neil. I don’t have very memories of Nan O’Neil, but the ones I do are vivid images of her home and of a loving grandmother, one who raised some beautiful children. Pop Dewar was a kind, loving man who I have lots of great memories of, clouded by more recent memories of sickness, I miss him. Nan Dewar is a loving woman, her house was built by her father and filled with so many memories. I love her, and want her back.
My aunts and uncles, from beautiful Cathy and Bob the Builder to Tania and the scarily tall Bernard, all of them and their partners have left wonderful lessons and memories implanted in my brains. But there have been some not-so-wonderful memories mixed in there as well, as per Bernard’s lovely motorbike accident not long ago, resulting in some very worrisome memory loss for a while there.
Oh, the cousins! The many, many cousins! The ones on the Dewar side are all marrying and having children lately, so many beautiful babies to keep track of!
I spent much of my childhood around my parent’s friends: Hetho, Ben, Greg, Mum, Corco, Critty, Dermo and more! They all undoubtedly left their mark on me, which mum likes to point to as the source of my cheekiness. Many of them are like an extension of the family, people I can always turn to in need.
I’ve been very fortunate to have such great loving support and influence in my life. They taught me love, humour, kindness, compassion, pride, right and wrong, and for that they deserve tribute.
