Albert ROUSE Obituary

To My Special Dad,loving great uncle of Brendon and Piko. Thank you for your loving help and support through out my life. For all my positiveness came through you as my special dad, with always loving support of my special mum. And whether it was hope intended for me to be part of your family, I was truly blessed for knowing you and all my heart I will always love you dad, shared with my special brothers and sisters and I will miss our fatherly to daughter talks. To my Special Mum, Nola, so strong and proud of me, so willing to share her true love and husband, and grow our family tree. I am so sorry I could not be with you all, so I sent my son to pipe the laments, and I know he passed my wishes of love to you all. And I'm sure the piping brought tears to you, to help the healing of our souls. I will always miss you my Special Dad, from your always loving special daughter Colleen.

My name is Michael Papadopoulos (Son of Lynley daughter of Trevor Rouse Ab's brother who died 2010). I attended his funeral today( saluting his coffin when he passed me) I didn't know Great uncle Ab very well but i remember one story from my own Poppa's (Trevor) funeral. My eldest sister (Sarah) had given birth to a girl (Victoria) a few weeks before Trevor passed away so he never got to see her, much to my sister's dissapointment. Great Uncle Ab stepped up to the plate at the funeral telling my sister "Your Poppa would be proud, she is a treasure" all the things Poppa would have said himself. Poppa (Trevor) always talked about his big brother with respect and it is easy to see why. A true man of honour, true to his family and his friends and loyal to this country. I am honored to have known him and thank him and his friends for serving in a war so far away. May God comfort his family at this time.

Lovely funeral today.
I have wonderful memories of Uncle Ab, teasing when I was staying with Nana in her little cottage, the blue/green school bus, the farm, always being made welcome at Mackesy Rd.
One story I fondly remember. I was staying with nana when I was small and was upset that I had left teddy at home. Uncle Ab and dad arranged to meet at the creek (there was an old rail crossing it at that stage) and dad ran it across to Uncle Ab who gave it to me. They say it takes a village to raise a child. The Rouses create their own village and stories like this show the contribution of others to the welfare and upbringing of our children.