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Many die alone in Oz

A sad statistic has come to light. So many lonely deaths in one state! Some of these lonely deaths have been high profile in that they made the news media and there was much to-do and beating of chests as a result. However, it comes to light now that there are hundreds of such deaths each year in NSW alone. The sadness of some soul spending their last moments in utter loneliness is hard to imagine… I wonder what fear overwhelmed them before that final moment of life when knowledge disappeared.
I grieve for what we have lost as we’ve progressed to affluence and self-serving. We have become so distant (and seemingly uncaring) from our neighbours, if we even know who our neighbours are. There are so many people to relate to these days… I can well understand a need to limit or contain the emotional drain and stress of so much interaction, especially so as I’m an introvert and find relating to many people at once very exhausting!. There’s also the issue of lawlessness abounding everywhere. Who can be trusted? Home invasions, robberies, muggings, and such mean that folk are much more careful. I wonder if some of the lonely have become more lonely because of fear. We may never know. One thing I do know, I want to be caring and aware of others, to encourage them with kindness and mercy, to love and appreciate who others are.
Have a good day!

Discovered: 300 who died alone - National - smh.com.au:

ALMOST 300 people died alone in NSW last year, only to be found weeks or months after they passed away.
Yesterday the body of a woman in her 70s, who may have been dead for up to two months, was found in her Belmore home. Neighbours called police after becoming concerned that the woman, who lived alone, had not collected her mail and that her yard was overgrown.
The State Coroner took custody of 299 decomposed or decomposing bodies in 2006 and 283 last year, figures show. All had been dead for at least seven days before their death was reported; some had been dead for almost two years.
Most deaths were due to natural causes, but some died by their own hand or in accidents. Most were found in their bedroom or lounge room. And only 22 of almost 600 had died in Housing Department flats over those two years.
On August 8, 2006, three sets of remains were brought into the morgue. A person whose body was found by a roadway had been dead for 627 days, it was discovered. Two other bodies, found separately, had been decomposing for more than 14 months. Some deaths were made public, such as those of two men who lived in Housing Department tenements in Waterloo. When their bodies were discovered in 2006 that all that remained were skeletons.
The latest such discovery was Jorge Coloma, an immigrant from El Salvador whose body was found in his Yagoona flat last week, 12 months after he died.
Sue Schreiner, a long-serving NSW magistrate and now an acting magistrate in Sydney, has been concerned about unreported deaths for 30 years. While working in the coroner’s office in the early 1980s she was so moved by the number of long-dead bodies being discovered that she conducted her own research into who all these people dying alone were.
She examined the 269 cases that came through Glebe morgue in 1981 and 1982 and found most were elderly, single men. Some were so isolated that their only human contact was with a rent collector or a bank teller.
Many of the bodies were only discovered because of the smell. The body of one woman was found only after her neighbours grew annoyed by blowflies.
At the time, Ms Schreiner mourned the loss of neighbourliness. Her feelings have not changed more than two decades later. “It seemed to me then, and it is still so today, that the solution lies with each of us,” she said.
The State Coroner, Mary Jerram, agrees. “We don’t have a sort of vigilant community that keeps an eye on each other.” Pat Daley, a Salvation Army spokesman and a founder of the now-defunct Neighbourhood Watch, said isolation of the elderly was worse than ever because necessities that once provided contact, such as bill payments, were now automatic.
“Australians are an uncaring society, generally speaking, compared to Asian communities and some European communities,” he said. “They tend to look after their elderly. It’s appalling the way we treat our senior citizens in some situations.”
The chief executive of Meals on Wheels, Les MacDonald, said only a fraction of elderly, isolated people used available services.
“Many people … objectively really shouldn’t be living by themselves, but they have the choice,” he said.
“There’s this level of pride … There’s also this sort of hangover of older people in their own homes who really do need a service like Meals on Wheels but look at it as accepting charity.”

Jordan Baker Chief Police Reporter

Rain from nowhere poem.

A poem from today’s Sydney Morning Herald. I found it to be very moving and can well imagine how real the pain has been… The outcome is better than many have had. Depression is a dreadful affliction, especially to feeling of being so alone and so unable to see light at the end of a very dark tunnel. I include it all here with a prayer that it would bless any who read it.

Rain From Nowhere

December 26, 2007

His cattle didn’t get a bid; they were fairly bloody poor,

What was he going to do? He couldn’t feed them anymore,

The dams were all but dry; hay was thirteen bucks a bale,

Last month’s talk of rain was just a fairytale.

His credit had run out, no chance to pay what’s owed,

Bad thoughts ran through his head as he drove down Gully Road.

“Geez, great grandad bought the place back in 1898,

“Now I’m such a useless bastard, I’ll have to shut the gate.

“Can’t support my wife and kids, not like Dad and those before,

“Crikey, Grandma kept it going while Pop fought in the war.”

With depression now his master, he abandoned what was right,

There’s no place in life for failures, he’d end it all tonight.

There were still some things to do, he’d have to shoot the cattle first,

Of all the jobs he’d ever done, that would be the worst.

He’d have a shower, watch the news, then they’d all sit down for tea

Read his kids a bedtime story, watch some more TV,

Kiss his wife goodnight, say he was off to shoot some roos

Then in a paddock far away he’d blow away the blues.

But he drove in the gate and stopped - as he always had

To check the roadside mailbox - and found a letter from his dad.

Now his dad was not a writer, mum did all the cards and mail

But he knew the writing from the notebooks that he used at cattle sales.

He sensed the nature of its contents, felt moisture in his eyes,

Just the fact his dad had written was enough to make him cry.

“Son, I know it’s bloody tough; it’s a cruel and twisted game,

“This life upon the land when you’re screaming out for rain,

“There’s no candle in the darkness, not a single speck of light.

“But don’t let the demon get you, you have to do what’s right.

“I don’t know what’s in your head but push the bad thoughts well away.

“See, you’ll always have your family at the back end of the day;

“You have to talk to someone, and yes I know I rarely did.

“But you have to think about Fiona and think about the kids.

“I’m worried about you, son, you haven’t rung for quite a while,

“I know the road you’re on ’cause I’ve walked every bloody mile.

“The date? December 7 back in 1983,

“Behind the shed I had the shotgun rested in the brigalow tree.

“See, I’d borrowed way too much to buy the Johnson place;

“Then it didn’t rain for years and we got bombed by interest rates.

“The bank was at the door; I didn’t think I had a choice,

“I began to squeeze the trigger - that’s when I heard your voice.

“You said ‘Where are you Daddy? It’s time to play our game’

“I’ve got Squatter all set up, we might get General Rain.’

“It really was that close, you’re the one that stopped me son,

“And you’re the one that taught me there’s no answer in a gun.

“Just remember people love you, good friends won’t let you down.

“Look, you might have to swallow pride and take that job in town,

“Just ’til things come good, son, you’ve always got a choice.

“And when you get this letter ring me, ’cause I’d love to hear your voice.”

Well he cried and laughed and shook his head, then put the truck in gear,

Shut his eyes and hugged his dad in a vision that was clear.

Dropped the cattle at the yards, put the truck away,

Filled the troughs the best he could and fed his last 10 bales of hay.

Then he strode towards the homestead, shoulders back and head held high,

He still knew the road was tough but there was purpose in his eye.

He called his wife and children, who’d lived through all his pain,

Hugs said more than words - he’d come back to them again.

They talked of silver linings, how good times always follow bad,

Then he walked towards the phone, picked it up and rang his dad.

And while the kids set up the Squatter, he hugged his wife again,

Then they heard the roll of thunder and they smelt the smell of rain.

Murray Hartin

For information about depression phone Beyond Blue on 1300 22 46 36
or Lifeline on 13 11 14.

Sydney Storm #2

Here’s a short clip of the wild hail storm which brought such destruction to many parts of Sydney on Sunday. It was so wild and yet I was watching just the edge of the storm. Those who were right in the middle of it must have had a most frightening time, and feeling so helpless to do anything about it.

Wild Storm, Dural



Wild Storm, Dural

Originally uploaded by bhojman

We had the wildest storm on Sunday. I’m staying with friends in Dural and we were just on the edge of it. The winds were blowing with such force that all the trees were bending way over. There was one tall spindly gum tree that I was sure would be blown over… but it managed to stay rooted in the ground. Just a couple of kms away, in Glenhaven, the storm struck with force. Huge gum trees came down over houses, cars, boats, and across the roads. The hail was tennis ball size and smashed through roofs, skylights, windows and car windows. Leaves were shredded and scattered all over the ground. The air was full of a delightful eucalyptus smell. We were without power for 16 hrs.
The cleanup will be massive. Some have suffered terrible loss and emergency services have been inundated with calls for help.



Misty morning at Brookhaven, east Texas #3

Originally uploaded by bhojman

I recently spent a wonderful 10 days at Brookhaven Retreat Center. It’s a lovely spot out in east Texas near Hawkins. I was part of a group attending a reflection and prayer retreat. God blessed and encouraged all who attended.

The ‘joys’ of packing

In a few weeks I will be returning to Australia to live. I have been in Thailand for 22 years! Now it’s time for a change of scenery, a change of work, and a change of life style. I am retiring! I am looking forward to being back in my home country and doing something quite different… but more on that later.
In order to leave Thailand, I have to pack. Groan!!! I am dealing with years of accumulated papers. I find I am such a pack rat and am embarrassed to confess that I had bank statements going back to 1983! Not only that but I’d kept every credit card statement, every ATM slip, receipts, letters… you name it, I had it. I’ve been shredding all this stuff… and the poor shredder keeps heating up and needing a rest.
Then there’s the accumulated knick knacks, precious memorabilia, furnishing, etc to decide on. I am shipping back a bunch of stuff including some very nice wood book shelves that I had made at McKean Rehab hospital. I also decided to take back all my rattan bookshelves. I am very partial to rattan and have enjoyed accumulating quite a few distinctive styles over the years. I also have lots of books to go on them… count to date is 15 boxes of them!
Packing is hard backbreaking and very dirty work. All the dust and grime of the years, especially those things that the house helped never moved when she dusted! It will come to an end when the packers come to do the packing on the stuff going and I sell off whatever else I can and then fly out of Chiang Mai in early November.
I spend a lot of time making lists… it helps keep the panic at bay!
We brought nothing into the world and we’ll take nothing out of it but during the in between time we have a lot of stuff we cling to and cart around with us wherever we go.
I remember when I came to Thailand 22 years ago that I came with a suitcase and a footlocker! Now, I’m shipping back around 13 cubic metres of personal effects and household goods!



Decorative bamboo stalks at Suan Bua Resort, Chiang Mai

Originally uploaded by bhojman

This past weekend I was away at a weekend retreat. It was at a resort called Suan Bua. It’s a very beautiful spot! They certainly know how to landscape here in Thailand! Anyway, I found this lovely pattern of stalks of a decorative bamboo plant at the entrance to the wing where I stayed.

Good break away!

Got back to Chiang Mai on Saturday after a lovely couple of days up in Mae Sai. The drive back was really beautiful. The rice fields and forested areas were just lovely… green, really green., all the varieties of green you can imagine. Most refreshing!

Curtain Shadows #3



Curtain Shadows #3

Originally uploaded by bhojman

As the sun shone against the windows of my room this afternoon it produced the most wonderful shadows on the curtains, shadows of the burglar bars and the paw-paw tree leaves outside. I couldn’t resist taking some photos… enjoy!

Evening Hills at Mae Sai #1



Evening Hills at Mae Sai #1

Originally uploaded by bhojman

Yesterday I had dinner with friends in Mae Sai. Their house has the most wonderful views of the mountains round about the city. This is just one such view, and taken just as the sun was setting. Beautiful!

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