I've read your tribute a couple of times. There are lots of truly wonderful sentiments and observations of Dad in there, but I disagree so completely with the rest of it that I can't help you to submit it anywhere. I'm appalled to see that you've put it online. What you've implied about Mum is deeply deeply offensive. I have suggested before that if you have doubts about your parentage you should settle them once and for all by having the DNA tests. It wouldn't even need Dad's DNA - comparison of yours with Don's and/or mine would be sufficient.
Meanwhile despite your cruel act I am obliged to inform you that Dad's funeral will be on Thursday at 2.30pm at Le Pine Funeral Parlour, 1048 Whitehorse Rd Box Hill. I'm sad to say I really hope you don't come.
On Thu, Aug 16, 2012 at 6:23 PM, Omaxa bin Eartha <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
Sent this to The Age, but phone credit stops my calling the Herald. perhaps you can do it?Of course, being typically long, it may not be published. "Death notices" attract a sizey fee. But "Obits" are different, I was just told on phone by The Age telephonist.
I hope the information in it is near enough to correct?
120816 Obituary To A Great Warrior - ALLAN NICHOLS COOK-MEREDITH
20th March 1921 - 16th August 2012
It's always been for others to write obituaries.
Today, it's my turn.
Allan Nichols Cook-Meredith, my Most Honorable Step-Father, passed over this morning at 4.00am, “very peacefully” it's said, in the Doncaster hospice he recently chose to see out his last days in.
After 91 years, He is on his way, up and forever to His Blissful Heaven.
And, while it is right and natural to grieve, and to weep tears, it is so, that this kind of Man, is now Free, of the torments, deprivations and suffering of the physical, human, earthly life.
So it is more important that we, who mourn, remember Him, Allan Nichols Cook-Meredith, for the Joy He selflessly gave us, and that He has become freed at last from woe, and is allowed, unfettered, to Enjoy The Bliss we all want, and go to extraordinary lengths to usually fruitlessly find. He, has Bliss now. as He so Deserves.
Born Allan Nichols Meredith, to Clarence Meredith and Adelaide Nichols on 20th March 1921, and after a rail accident in around 1924, which left his Father Clarence Meredith less a leg, he was adopted by his Virtuous Mother's loving husband to be, the Wise and Caring, Walter Cook, when she remarried to Walter.
He spent time in England with his mother prior to their settling back in Western Australia with his Step-Father, where as a youth, Allan attended Perth Modern school. Even then, his teachers noted his above average Intellect and Talents.
Before he was 20 years old he enlisted with the Australian Infantry Forces, and served in the Middle East, during the 2nd world war, and Greece, then also served reputably back in Australia as a weapons instructor and other military skills, joining the newly created 1st Australian Paratroop Battalion, Australia's first paramilitary unit, in which he rose to the rank of Staff Sergeant 2nd Class, (Sergeant Major) Royal Australian Engineers.
He met his wife to be, Adrienne Helen Willis, while still in service, back in Australia, and courted her by, among his many other talents, taking her riding on his Ariel Red Hunter 500cc motorcycle.
They shared productive lives together and brought three children into the world, Wendy Dianne, Donald Walter, and myself, Max Nichols.
A stern man, he was also the most Honest person I have ever known, and with that exuded a Nobility suited perfectly to his names, “Allan” which means “Noble”, “Nichols”, his mother's maiden name, which means “Victorious Peoples” and Meredith, which means “Great Lord”. “Meredith”, the same, as the Tudor Kings of ancient Wales and mid-2nd millennium England.
Allan Meredith was also more Intelligent than most would be able to discern, simply because he was as well, entirely Humble.
However, he was never one to retreat from a fight, when he saw injustice or untruths playing out.
As a consequence, nary a day passed through his whole 91 years, when he was not at odds with the tyranny of the day, of the times, and of the dominant cults of our nation and world.
This often left him with few friends, but those who knew and truly understood him, remained his Comrades til the last.
The medals and awards given him by the military, run far short of the Honours He Truly Deserves, for his unending opposition to ignorance and tyranny.
Indeed, to myself at least, He, Allan Nichols Meredith, was our, Australia's Greatest, Most Noble, Most Virtuous Outlaw.
He taught me Dignity, Honesty, Honor, Courage and a plethora of other Qualities hard to find today, in any nation or people.
He also taught me all the primary ingredients I know, prize and cherish in critical thinking, REALpolitik discernment, and seeking after one's own Intelligence, 1st and foremost.
When I'd bother him with pesky questions, his response was most often, “THINK MAN, THINK!”
I followed that advice and am never alone for it's benefits.
He also taught me the essentials of writing, both with the hand, and with the mind.
And, He also taught me how to really ride motorcycles.
But as well, he guided me with Wisdom and Kindness for the portending torrents of unknowns and frightening scenarios I was yet to face and do battle with, and prepared me for a violent and debauched world, instilling the Vital Virtues in me like no other could.
After a long, Noble and Most Honorable Life, fighting the wars few are able, nor brave enough to engage in, nor Meritorious enough to Stand True amongst 'til their last breath, as He did, Allan Nichols Meredith Rests In Eternal Peace, and will be Remembered, and will be Remembered, and will be Remembered, for more generations to come, than any other.
I, could never be, indeed, no-one could ever be, The Great Man He was, 'though those who knew Him, know, but for His Righteous Humility, He could himself have been so much more.
Thank You Dad, for everything You gave!
All Praise Him, Allan Nichols Cook-Meredith.
My, indeed our, Most Noble Father.
See ya' on the other side Dad!
Your Son, lesser, Your Step-Son,
Max Nichols Cook-Meredith-O'Brien