New Year's Day, 1972. Currumbin Beach.
I remember Uncle Don jumping me over the waves.
When I was in primary school, we spent every Christmas holiday at his holiday house on Moreton Island.
When I was 16, he let me drive his son's Volkswagon down the beach and helped me avoid some very scared campers.
When I was 18, he taught me to drive in his big, old green-and-cream Fairlane.
Rest in Peace, Uncle Don.
