Chris Daniher

I miss you, puppy.

Play on.

Thank you.

Growing up with Neil on the farm,

This photo captures a lot of our dear brother Neil and his big brother Terry, big sister Estelle, on holiday in Sydney.

I often find myself wondering, what was Neil thinking at that moment?

Does this pose foreshadow the life that is to come?

But what I will tell you, that is the very last photo ever taken of a Denoher on a beach.

Once Dorothy, Chris, Colleen and I came along, summer holidays were off the agenda.

Dad didn't want to buy a bus.

And by the time Angela, Julie, Neroli and Fiona arrived, 11 kids, family holidays looked less like a beach and more like the Hungarian footy ground, Windy Hill, here at the G, or a network court somewhere around Australia.

Mum and dad were incredibly hardworking sheep and wheat farmers, strong in their faith and deeply passionate about sport.

They raised us with very clear values, work hard, take care of one another, have great manners, play fair and be a good person.

Neil absorbed all of that, the discipline, the loyalty, the love of sport and the importance of family life.

In year seven, he won the religious education award at school.

The seeds for the Reverend Monica were planted early.

My mum gave it pride of place above the fireplace.

Nevermind the cabinet of sporting trophies, that was the one she was the proudest of.

I think it's fair to say Neil was not destined to be on the land.

When it came to jobs around Hillview, he had a knack of disappearing at the right time.