Secunda from The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim on Harp

In my eyes I see it as “are you going to force me to talk about crap I don’t care about for 8 whole hours long when I just want to work and leave.” I didn’t say that though, I just said the above and haven’t said anything since. Insane way to behave imo.

for obvious reasons so I told her pretty straight forward “hey sorry but I just don’t want to talk.” So she yelled at me that I “didn’t have to be so rude about it” and “it’s an 8 hour shift, are we not going to talk for 8 hours?!”

Went to my weekend shifts cos I need the money and dad’s body hasn’t been released by the mortuary yet anyway. I made all my coworkers aware of his passing asap. I’m stuck with a coworker who forces a lot of inane conversation on me & for this shift I didn’t want to partake-

He was like a magpie who loved to bring me shiny things. Sometimes it was valuable and sometimes destined for the op shop

My dad was a hoarder and often brought gifts when he visited. One time he brought me a rhinestone covered ashtray… I am the only member of the immediate family who does not smoke 😂 I was like DAD WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH THIS SPARKLY ASHTRAY

A year ago my bro visited my dad. Bro wanted to go for a long beach walk so dad had a nap on some nearby rocks (he never exercised). When bro came back, he was furious to find that dad had been napping this whole time next to a highly venomous snake 😂 just chilling on the rock

This was us at the prison camp in 2020. He showed me around the buildings and showed me his garden where he was growing vegetables.

knew he was a tortured person who likely had a very difficult upbringing and some personality disorders that no one knew how to deal with. In the end he loved us all and boasted about how proud he was of me and my brother to everyone he knew.

a host of conditions, he couldn’t work for the last year from the pain. In the last few months he told me about some of his issues and I knew what was coming, just didn’t know when it would come. Me and my family had many turbulent years because of him but in the end we all

It felt surreal when I visited again and he took me to the factory where he worked. In the next 5 years his health would slowly deteriorate, the years of physical abuse he’d inflicted on his body with his lifestyle were catching up to him and he was living with chronic pain and

They apparently treated him as some Rasputin type character, a wise man to come to for advice and to settle interpersonal disputes. In the time after he was released he lived in social housing and worked on mining machinery; it was the first time I’d ever seen him with a job.

I visited him in early 2020 at a minimum security prison camp in Western Australia and during that time it looked like he was improving as a person. A fun anecdote he told me from that time was that everyone in jail mistook him for Russian and he didn’t care to correct them.

as my mum put it “he was never at peace, he could never stay still.” When he wasn’t in jail he travelled around constantly. When I got my licence as a teen he drove his old beater Holden commodore frm Perth to Sydney to give it to me as my first car. He did things like that a lot

turbulence as my dad suffered from many social issues and spent a lot of his time in and out of jail. Whenever members of his family back home called and he wasn’t around, mum would say that he is a truck driver and out on the road. He was a very difficult and complicated man,

sent back to Romania but did it again and made it through on the second go. My parents met in the 80s in Villawood Immigration Detention Centre, Sydney, both as refugees without a dollar to their names or a word of English. Back then it was a hostel. From there came decades of

childhood is the above and a cousin telling my mum that he used to lock himself in the attic to read day in and out. Like my mum, he left Romania when it was illegal to do so (before the revolution) and was picked up by authorities in Yugoslavia. The story goes that he was

with a scythe. My retelling is so vague because that’s how he was - I found out from a very early age that despite him being so incredibly talkative, if he didn’t want to talk about something he simply wouldn’t and there was no forcing him. The only things I know from his

My dad was an extremely restless man, never able to stay in one place for very long. As soon as he could leave school as a teenager he did and travelled around Romania doing farm work wherever he found it. He told me he was a shepherd sometimes and sometimes he harvested wheat

I’ll write a little about my father because he was an interesting man who had a complicated life. He was born & raised in the 60s in a small town in Satu Mare County, Romania. Little is known about his early life and arrival to Australia, only that it was difficult.

Thank you for all your condolences, I really appreciate it.