Issac Hardman

I was 12 years old.

Well, that's how I remember it.

I'll have to talk to my brothers because we're all there if they remember it like that, but that's how I remember it.

I thought, fucking what?

It was pancreas cancer, so it was a very aggressive one.

That was probably early.

He died in 2009.

He died.

So I was in grade nine.

At the start of the year, he told us by the end of September, he'd died.

So nine months.

Yeah, it was gone.

And he whittled down to fucking a bag of bones.

He was yellow, you know, basically the whites of his eye were yellow.

And towards the end of his life, all I could remember is he wanted to do, he would sit out in the sun and drink tomato juice.

You know, but I wasn't around for a few sort of incidents that happened.

I was with mates, you know, I was out in the Nango riding motorbikes, but my brothers were there and he choked on some food and it was a bit of an ordeal for my brothers to go through and he was choking and the ambulance come.

But I didn't see that.

But that would be traumatic to see, your dad nearly dying in front of you.

So my twin brother and my older brother had a hard time when he died and they'd seen some shit I didn't see.