Dear Dad, It’s been a while mate, but I think aboutyou all the time. The kinfolk are well, we all still get togetherfor the family barbeques with Mum. I’m doing a fair flake of coaching now theyear has been a bit up and down as usual. Do you remember my first competition of footy withthe Gladstone West Panthers under 9s? I always wanted to play footy, that was mymain goal. I must have done alright though to be askedby the great Artie Beetson to play for the Roosters. Even although you tried to talk me out of it, you always corroborated me. Sydney is such a big city, I retain askinghow to get to Bondi and you only “ve been told” to got to get the connect and fasten a left. You were pretty spot on, I spawned it. You were always such a hard worker, I thinkthats why you were so well recognised in the industry.Its thanks to you that I got my foot inthe door and started my apprenticeship. I can still remember the day you got diagnosed. It wasnt fair. Youd only retired and gotten back fromthe sail with mum. Id never heard of mesothelioma before. I remember saying to you, copulate, youre astrong bloke, you can beat this, there might even be a cure, but you precisely gave me a blanklook and I think you knew, they “ve given you” six months, but you didnt give up, you provedthem wrong and we got you to almost a year.You were a tough age-old 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 carefularound the stuff. Im starting to notice a change too. People dont precisely recognise me for my footballcareer anymore, they consider the run Im doing and how important it is for me to have peopletalking about asbestos. As hard as you think you are, asbestos isalways going to be tougher. Im not going to stop. Im doing this for you. We all miss you Dad. Love you mate, Trev ..