These last four and a half months have been a paradoxical time. On one hand we have had news of Mum's cancer returning, Ron (Craig's step-dad) being battered by intense treatment for his cancer, the tragic death of Robbie Rippengal (who Craig lived with for 5 years as a little boy), my bizarre neurological symptoms (which turned out to be an odd form of migraine) and Craig's friend and agent going through a triple heart bypass. At times I felt my heart leap into my mouth as the phone rang, wondering what sad news would come this time.
On the other hand we have spent magical times together, grown closer than ever before as a family, seen amazing things and enjoyed rich friendships. Mum made a fantastic recovery and she and Dad made it out here for an amazing holiday. It has been warm and wonderful. I feel as though my faith has grown, been challenged and that I have learnt to trust more deeply. I have grown to really love Australia - its people, its beauty and its sheer bloody minded positivity.
Then, this week brings the news of Samuel Owen Tudor. Samuel should have been born to Claire and Rob in 10 weeks time. Instead he died before the world and his wonderful older brother Oliver could meet him, leaving two of the most amazing parents we know without the chance to live with and love him.
So we have to come home, because, if we have learnt anything here it has been the simple lesson that relationships matter far more than anything else. We want to be with our friends and we are so grateful that we have a friendship that matters this much.
