I am Canadian and know nothing of rugby.
Neither did my daughter Chantal until she married Duncan, an Aussie rugby fanatic. I knew she had grown to love the sport over the years (their boys played it, Duncan coached it, and their daughter cheered them all on) but I didnt know just how amazing the rugby community was until she lost her sweet husband to cancer a few months ago.
She started writing a grief blog about single parenting to perhaps help ease the trauma that has invaded her life, and this piece in particular is one that I feel not only rugby lovers and fans will appreciate, but anyone who has lost a mate and fought to move forward.
Living so far away, one feels helpless when tragedy strikes...but how very lucky my daughter and grandchildren are to be a part of this rugby family in the Land Down Under.
Here is the link if you wish to read it. It is very well written and will tug at your heart: One Parent Camping: RUGBY
Grandsons Max and Oscar
Chantal, Oscar, Max and Duncan
(missing from pic, granddaughter Alex. Probably off playing soccer... or swimming!)
