Dear Dad, It’s been a while mate, but I think aboutyou all the time. The genealogy are well, we all still get togetherfor the family barbeques with Mum. I’m doing a fair part of coaching now the year hasbeen a bit up and down as usual. Do you remember my first sport of footy withthe Gladstone West Panthers under 9s? I always wanted to play footy, that was my main goal.I must have done alright though to be asked by the great Artie Beetson to play for theRoosters. Even although you tried to talk me out of it, you always subscribed me. Sydneyis such a big city, I recollect asking how to get to Bondi and you simply told me to getover the connection and fasten a left. You were pretty spot on, I stirred it. You were always such a hard worker, I thinkthats why you were so well recognised in the industry.Its thanks to you that Igot my foot in the door and started my apprenticeship. I can still remember the day you got diagnosed.It wasnt fair. Youd only retired and come back from the cruise with mum. Id never heard of mesothelioma before.I remember saying to you, mate, youre a strong bloke, you can beat this, there mighteven be a cure, but you simply gave me a space gape and I think you knew, they “ve given you” sixmonths, but you didnt give up, you proved them wrong and we got you to almost a year.You were a hard old-time bugger and Ive alwaystried to be like you. Im continuing your fight. Im getting out there as an asbestos awarenessambassador. I want people to be more proactive and careful around the stuff. Im startingto notice a change too. People dont simply recognise me for my football busines anymore, they envision the exertion Im doing and how important it is for me to have people talking aboutasbestos. As tough as you think you are, asbestos isalways going to be tougher. Im not is gonna stop. Im doing thisfor you. We all miss you Dad.Love you copulate, Trev.