Hey Hey and a Sad G'Day to ya

Very sad indeed!

Whilst living and working on Queenslands Gold Coast I worked with a guy named Matthew.

He was a very quiet guy, an art freak.

Most nights we chose to sit beside each other.
We would feed off each others desire to help those who needed it most. 

In Australia natural disarster such as fire and flood takes away everything a family ownes. We would be there the next evening raising money to help them. Those who were born deaf or blind and one of our major raisings was for those who were born both deaf and blind.

Sit and imagine what their life would be like!

Hospitals in need of funding, those with cancer, those with AIDS those with anything that seperated them from 'normal' society, we would sit side by side and raise money to help them.

Most nights Matthew spent drawing.

For hours his greylead would scatter around his scribble pad.
Some nights he chose to have a picture before him and he would produce the same yet he would add so much more.

Most nights though he would draw from within.

By smoko everyone would gather around to see what his pencil had produced.

Everynight he would leave us in awe!

When I chose my pathway in life to become a Foreign Teacher I left him alot of my belongings. I left with him my beloved bike. My sturdy steed that had taken me everywhere and shown me how beautiful that part of the world really is. I also left with him my surfboard. A triple fin thruster, just what he liked. I always chose to body surf so my surfboard always got the raw end of the deal.

On several occassions I got to toast life and all that it offered with his family.

Matthews father...
Mattews father was for a long time a bass player for one of Australia's greats.
He was the bass player for Billy Thorpe and the Aztecs.

Billy passed away last night.
100% healthy yet the stars chose to reclaim him and share his star dust amongst us.

It's been along time between beers Matthew my friend.
This beers for you and your family.

Beers and noodles to you...shane