I lost my dad last night. He had battled cancer for three years. We were all in the room when he passed away: his six girls and my mum, plus many of his grandkids too. I can tell you that there was a whole lot of love packed into that little room. It was sad and beautiful all at once.
Earlier, when the doctor asked him if he was in pain, Dad said, “It depends what is on channel 7.” Ain’t that the truth. He never missed a beat, that man, not even in his final days. He had a brilliant mind, which he shared with the world in his epic body of work as a scriptwriter. He will always be my greatest creative inspiration; I’ve known my whole life that if he could make a career as an artist, I could do it too. I’m so lucky to have had this man as my dad.
Here are some pictures from the time that Ivan and I shared with my dad in Tonga. This sequence says it all:
We arrive, we show off our magic for a while, then we go. And how incredibly fortunate we are to have witnessed.