I missed visiting dad for Father's Day and thought about him heaps today.

When I think about PJ, I'm always drawn back to our family. He was the figurehead of the Waxman clan. Although today is his Birthday, my fondest memory is PJ & Nana dawn's smiling faces when all the grandchildren got together and 'served' at their party. The photos taken in the front garden of Knott St. Happy Birthday PJ!

Counting to 20 to get that damn tractor started, only to get there and find out we didn't count loud enough!