He called me "True Grit," because he saw what i went through with my illness and just as he found the strength to support me, I found the strength to keep going, with every odd stacked against me. We realised early on, my life would always b a battle, just like his had been. He knew how bad things got for people like me. How we got treated. That was what brought him and Elizabeth together. Trying to protect theior children. He loved me no matter what, he believd in the good in people, and was continually disapointed. He was a self confessed "dreamer" always trying to make things better, and help people. Chris, was the love of his life, he was so proud of his children. He used to tell me if anyone ever hurt me, he would die for me.... i wish he was still here, a man of principle, .... it seems like no one has principles any more.... he wanted it to be a better world... as i see the moon at night, i think of his uncle johnny and his grandad in malta on the farm saying.."il moon Johnny, ill moon" and pray some of his hope in justice and the good in people will protect me from all the bad.... I miss you JD... I still try to show "True Grit!" I think you, Ruth, and I realised sometimes it better to "come out fighting- and throw a punch rather than just take them..... people like us, will go down...but we will go down fighting..... just like John Wayne.. "True Grit!!!!" I thank you Dad, for naming me that. Please continue to protect me and keep me safe. xx

My dad said: "give until it hurts!" do unto others as you would yourself... From your "True Grit" -Cat.

Edelweiss,edelweiss Every morning you greet me Small and white clean and bright You look happy to meet me