Phillip Avery BUTTON

Phill, you and I spent a lot of time together over at your place at Banora in the few years leading up to us packing the ute and sending you & Scarlet on your way to Tassie. It took a lot to convince you to squeeze in the gas heater and I bet when you got down there and when winter hit you were glad you eventually relented. What a job it was sorting out all ya shit mate. You did have a bit of a fetish for buying a lot of crap online. Ha ha I was employed as your help around the home and I remember saying to you , “mate! Just use your imagination & let me know what ever jobs you need done around the place”. Phill, you certainly didn’t disappoint and always had a new task de jour! I remember you sending me up into your roof cavity on one of my first visits and I’m looking at the Harley's parked in the driveway out of one eye and looking at you out of the other eye thinking to myself…….Oh Yeah! Whats he got goin’ on up here? Ha ha. It worked out to be a lot more junk that you wanted cleaned out from up there….. BTW , my chiropractor was happy with my repeat visits after that job…ha ha The list of tasks were never ending. From mowing to water pressure cleaning , painting, extending the height of the fence to picking up a few slabs and some groceries from Aldi. I swear the staff at Aldi thought I had the best life ever for as Id pass the checkout with my trolley of slabs, the staff would ask, “You having another party?” Phill, I seriously loved every moment I spent at your place. You and Sherie had a knack of making myself and all that stepped foot at your place feel welcome. I could tell you were really respected by the people I saw you come into contact with. You would always go out of your way to help people and stop and say gidday, Either by yelling it out of your car window, from your computer chair or your mobility scooter. It didn't matter, you always got your funny one liner out loud and clear. And you were also funny, caring, and you would constantly remind me of your appreciation and gratitude. As did Sherie. You and Sherie really felt like family. I loved our motorbike rides. I loved our chats and our D&Ms, looking at funny stuff on your PC monitor and exchanging life stories over a beer or two. You had some unorthodox ways of doing things like sending little Jimmy off to sleep in under 20 sec by brushing a soft bristled paint brush across his face whilst your other hand was on your computer mouse. Ingenious mate. As it worked out, communication between us dropped off which was a real shame because I did want to stay in touch, but I knew you had your stuff going on so I just left it at that. I know, most of what I’ve written here I would have told you in your living years back there in the garage at Banora. Thanks for the fond memories Phill. You were a larger than life Fair Dinkum Aussie bloke with one of the biggest hearts going around. I’m glad you are no longer in pain and I’m really grateful that I had the opportunity to meet you and spend so much time with you. I can just imagine you driving your mobility scooter through those Pearly gates helling out (top note) "This joint looks alright! and by the way, Make mine a cold one! " My condolences go out to Jackson, Aaron, Anne and all of Phill's family. Your mate always Phill. Wazza

Tha Park won't be the same without you Phil