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farewell to you gary i never met you but ive had heard so much of yours and your wifes courage i know you will be with anita in heavon im just so sad that her life was taken so tragically and she was so young i wasent born then but when i heard of her story i was deeply saddend goodbye gary please give anita all our love from catie

Anita nursed me from 1985 to 1986, in Coffs Harbour Hospital to Sydney Hospital, when I finally got transferred to Sydney. I had eighteen major reconstruction operations on my left arm. Ten operations were under Anita’s care. I went off a cliff in a car and had my arm partially severed and crushed. (I wish Anita could have nursed me through the other eight operations.) I’m forty one now, but I was a young eighteen year old man when Anita was nursing me back to health. From a patient’s point of view, nothing was too little; nothing was too big in Anita’s terms. She loved her job. One time I had a tendon transfer, and, once again, I had an internal bleed in my arm. My arm swelled up and stated bursting stitches. Even though this happened around 8;00PM at night when Anita was due to “knock off”, Anita stayed back and walked my trolley into the operating theatre at 10:00Pm at night…just to make sure I was alright. A few months later, whilst I was recuperating at home, I heard over the radio (at 9:00AM) that a nurse by the name of Anita from Sydney had been murdered. I held my breath until the 5:00PM news came on……but when they put Anita’s photo up, I disappeared under a privet tree about a kilometer down the paddock to grieve by myself. Some time later, Garry rang me and asked if I would unveil a plaque in Anita’s memory at the Sydney Hospital Chapel. I agreed and that was the most humble and honourable commitment I have ever taken on in my life. Thank you Garry and Peg, and my best wishes to Kathryn and your family.

Anita nursed me from 1985 to 1986, in Coffs Harbour Hospital to Sydney Hospital, when I finally got transferred to Sydney. I had eighteen major reconstruction operations on my left arm. Ten operations were under Anita’s care. I went off a cliff in a car and had my arm partially severed and crushed. (I wish Anita could have nursed me through the other eight operations.) I’m forty one now, but I was a young eighteen year old man when Anita was nursing me back to health. From a patient’s point of view, nothing was too little; nothing was too big in Anita’s terms. She loved her job. One time I had a tendon transfer, and, once again, I had an internal bleed in my arm. My arm swelled up and stated bursting stitches. Even though this happened around 8;00PM at night when Anita was due to “knock off”, Anita stayed back and walked my trolley into the operating theatre at 10:00Pm at night…just to make sure I was alright. A few months later, whilst I was recuperating at home, I heard over the radio (at 9:00AM) that a nurse by the name of Anita from Sydney had been murdered. I held my breath until the 5:00PM news came on……but when they put Anita’s photo up, I disappeared under a privet tree about a kilometer down the paddock to grieve by myself. Some time later, Garry rang me and asked if I would unveil a plaque in Anita’s memory at the Sydney Hospital Chapel. I agreed and that was the most humble and honourable commitment I have ever taken on in my life. Thank you Garry and Peg, and my best wishes to Kathryn and your family.

My father turned his back on me and Garry never did. He showed me compassion and love . The laughter that we shared I will cherish forever.I will always remember his smile lighting up when I visited him at the nursing home.Garry you were a true gentleman and the angel that the earth has lost... heaven has gained.I will miss you dearly.

Garry wanted to help others wholost their loved ones to a horrible crime. He had gone through the loss and pain with losing his daughter and knew what people needed. He had compassion for others. The world needs more people like him.