I want to thank everyone for your kind words, and support, from facebook and text messages.

Those that knew her, know the person she was, kind and caring to everyone that needed and wanted it. All she wanted to do was help people. She was full of life and I mean boy was she full of life :-) And had my sense of wacky weird humour.

But she would tell you if you were being a dumb arse or doing something stupid... also she was sick and tired of the PC and feminist bullshit and just spoke what needed to be said... basically she called a spade a spade.

She fought off the first round of the big "C" maybe 10/11ish years ago, and carried on giving, helping others, full of life. However, the second round came back with vengeance and been fighting this round for over a year. She officially told me just after my foster father's funeral, but I had an inkling something was up beforehand as she wasn't quite her normal self.

She didn't want to upset me even more with my (foster) Fathers' death, (foster) Mum in and out of the hospital and then adding in her problem... well sorry but... (but that is the way she was)

Coming home from the Winchester Motorcycle Rally, not actually checking my phone till like Tuesday... (those that know me, know this to be pretty much standard operating procedure for me... half the time I have no idea where my phone actually is) and then seeing the message there waiting... I knew without reading or listening to the message that time is up...

• Morphine (music track by Nighthawk.nz)

Morphine
There is no more pain. Let it go...
One of the few tracks with a few Nighthawk's actual Vocals
I now know why I wrote this...over 3 years ago

Paula and I shot down to visit as soon as we could, and I just sat with her, holding her hand. When we left giving her a kiss on the forehead saying "Love you Sis" having that gut feeling thinking that these are the last words she will most likely hear from me.

I wasn't wrong, she passed in the early hours on the morning of the 27th of November 2019. I get the feeling she was holding to make sure she said good-bye to everyone that meant something to her and I was last on the list that needed that tick. Dale, slow as normal.

I damn well know she wants us to keep our sense of humour, so my excuse is I was giving the boys an extra day with their mum.

It was one of the hardest things I have ever done, watching the grave actually being dug and helping actually dig it, and then as a pallbearer actually lowering the casket in, and the earth being put on top. (there was a reason I was wearing my sunglasses...) However, she is now home, with her people and with her family. She can now rest easy the pain has gone.

Everyone that has met her was touch by her and has the same story, she was genuine, she was a no beat about the bush and to the straight to the point person. She was caring. She was funny. She was a loving person and she will be dearly missed by everyone that knew her. 

To Shane & Kaahu, Kia Kaha, you are not alone, you know where we live and you are welcome in our home. Which I want to point out you haven't visited since we moved here... just saying.

Rua, you touched the hearts of many and you will be missed, I love you sis... sweet journey's.

So my words to you, who is ever reading this post;
Go live life to the fullest, life is far too short. Be happy and don't get caught on little petty things,  Sometimes shit just happens... deal with it. Go make amends to that old friend or family member you had a falling out with before it is too late.

I welcome and invite you to, if you have your own story to tell about Rua, and photo's to post them below...