Actress Farrah Fawcett, best known for her role in television series Charlie's Angels, has died, her long-time companion Ryan O'Neal says. She was 62.

Fawcett died in hospital surrounded by friends and family shortly before 9.30am on Thursday (0230 AEST Friday), reports said.

After a 3 year battle with cancer this one seems to hit home for me a little more for me.

She passed away, in hospital, surrounded by her loved ones.

May she rest in peace away from the pain of cancer and chemo. 
 

I am discovering there are a few things about pregnancy that nobody really tells you.

Ok, that is probably enough of my rambling for now. A general blurt out of all the little bits I had not previously considered.

Ok, so, this past fortnight has been tough. Very tough. My Uncle, on my Mother’s side, passed away last Saturday (28^th March) in between the werewolf and changeling games I received the call to let me know he had just passed.

He has been very sick with an uncommon and very aggressive form of Leukaemia. He has battled for a number of years and has hung on since last November so that he could spend some time with his new grandson. Said Grandson, Mitch, was born in December and Leon got to spend 10 weeks with him before he passed away.

The funeral was in Melbourne and very, very beautiful. I put a post up about it last weekend.

I had a wonderful Sunday, hanging out with Beth, buying a new dress, generally relaxing and finding my peace again. I got home feeling sleepy but quite happy and relaxed. I then was sat down by Barry and informed that on the Saturday, (4^th April) while we were driving home, my Uncle on my Father’s side had a heart attack and passed away.

The funeral for that was yesterday, 8^th April. It was a very lovely service, with a large number of people. A difficult day made just that little bit more difficult by the fact that it was our second funeral in such as short space of time.

Barry has been away this week, which also made things a little difficult for me, and no doubt, for him.

I am planning to spend Easter in hibernation. I have cancelled any and all plans. I am not going into any crowded placed. I am not going to do anything with any people I do not know extremely well.

I will almost definitely be online, but am not planning on spending time in the physical company of many people.

I feel like I have been run over a number of times by a rather large truck, both physically and emotionally. I just need some space to… well, heal I think is the best word to use, and process.

Leon managed to get a last laugh in. It started storming very loudly about half way through the ceremony it absolutely poured with rain along with huge amounts of thunder & lightening. The rain did not let up until just as the coffin hit the base of the grave. Then it stopped. We were all saturated, our shoes caked in clay and mud, those of us that had slipped were really quite muddy. At least I managed to stay upright…

There were some wonderful stories, and his eldest daughter gave a eulogy. His son, who is the middle child, clearly is focusing on ensuring my Aunt is ok, he was very attentive to her, all day. It was lovely.

His youngest daughter wrote a piece, which completely broke most of us. I am including it in here because it is too beautiful not to share.

Dad,

I have always; and will always have you on a pedestal. You are my marathon running, chilli consuming, black-belting, jaw breaking, apple core munching, trolley riding, Hero.

You gave us your whole self as if it was nothing – as if all men are as devoted as you. I took it for granted that all fathers are as affectionate, fun loving and ever-present.

I will forever yearn for the signature whistle you used when you walked in the front door. You made such a warm and happy home for us, you loved us and you loved Mum. You never let us doubt that, even in times of hardship and rebellion.

I will remember you as the strong father who carried me sleeping from the car, who swam in the surf with me bonded to his back, who came when I called in the middle of the night, who kept me safe.

For each time I cry for you, I will remember you and smile one hundred times more. 

He was clearly loved by so many people and will be missed greatly.