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 Brett
Francis Bermingham
10th
December 1982 ~ 25th April 2002
Other than
some Turkish blokes declaring war on Australia at Broken Hill during the First
World War and firing at a train, there have been no wars fought within
Australia. Brett never left Australia, and seeing as he was born well after
world war one, it could seem crazy to some for me to suggest that Brett was the
leader of an army, in the biggest war our family has ever seen.
Although
Brett lost the war, he won many of the battles during the war. The battle of
chemotherapy was won, because Brett was rarely sick, and if so, not very much.
The battle of being able to drive his MANUAL car even without much control of
his right foot, Brett won. Being told that he was clear, even though
short-lived, was a win for Brett and his army. All the battles Brett won did not
win the war for him, but he pushed the enemy army back for 2 years and 5 months.
Without that, we would not have had so many beautiful moments and times, and
would not have been able to express our love for Brett as we did, nor him for
us. I believe that the biggest battle Brett won, was through his positive
attitude, optimism, good humour and determination. Brett was not willing to
concede defeat, and even to the very end, he did not concede defeat.
Brett
passed away on Anzac Day, but he had spent the day with thoughts of war, real
historical useless wars. He showed his ring from his Great-Grandfather off to
the doctor, and asked us to hang his Great-Grandfathers war medals for him to
see. Brett was, to me, a true soldier. One who personified what the Anzac spirit
was about, and taught me about what real determination, optimism, good humour
and love can do.
Thank
you Brett, for fighting what would seem a futile war, because without it, we all
would not have had you. It was not in vain, and neither are you. We are all
going to miss you, but will not forget you. We all love you Brett.
Brett leaves
behind his Mum, Dad and two younger sisters Alycia and Rhiana.
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