Sadness
Last night, a dear woman name Janette Dart passed away quietly, after fighting with a huge amount of cancer growths throughout her body. Janette was the mother of one of the best people I know, Mr Michael Dart (plus mother to his three brothers and wife to their father). I haven’t much to say, to be honest, and I know how empty any words are at this point. I always loved the Dart family – they were good to me and always seemed to be the very ideal of a perfect family as I grew up. I’m sure they never knew it, but I took a lot of lessons from Jim and Janette Dart as a child and a young man, and they remain with me now as I attempt to be a good father to B. Jim is a great fellow – highly intelligent and with a wicked sense of humour, but above all a decent man. Janette was, as you might expect from her and Jim’s progeny 
, a beautiful, loving woman. A great cook too – and she was lovely to me whenever I stayed at their house, which I did regularly when I was younger. Janette used to work at the high school we went to as well, doing work with remedial students etc.
I never ever saw or even heard about the Dart family having an argument I’m sure there were many but between four great boys and two wonderful parents it always seemed like the idyllic home. When I heard that Janette had cancer I was blown away – not only because it was a shock to hear someone so close was so ill, but also because Janette – and the whole family – were always such healthy people. I suppose it makes little difference these days.
I have a number of other things to write about, but right now I don’t particularly feel like it. I might update a bit later.
Godbless to all the Darts (and Hockings etc etc) and especially to Jim, Jason, Graeme, Colin and my dear friend Michael. I love you and I’ll be thinking of you.
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