Jeff William Donoghue 30 June, 1947 – 30 May, 2023
Suwanna Donoghue
Today Saturday 2nd July 2023, my family in Thailand pray Buddhist tribute to my beloved late parents, my beloved late sister-in-law and my beloved Jeff.
Suwanna Donoghue
> VIEW ON MEMORY TIMELINEPathom Ton Sangwongwanich
It was heartfelt when I heard of Uncle Jeff's passing from my father Kanit, who is Aunt Suwanna's elder brother. A sense of sorrow suddenly kicked in upon grasping the reality of this tragic news. I could relate to Aunt Suwanna's grief of losing a loved one as I had experienced an untimely loss a decade ago. Although I didn't know Uncle Jeff that well because of the long distance that separates us, he welcomed me and my relatives with utmost kindness and enthusiasm when we visited Melbourne more than two decades ago. I remember him as a man of good character with great passion for music. Uncle Jeff and Aunt Suwanna have always given me birthday postcards with warm wishes together with CDs and DVDs of rock bands with memorable music composition such as Pink Floyd and Dream Theater. Rest in peace, Uncle Jeff. I'll always cherish good memories of seeing you in Australia and Thailand. With deepest condolences to the Donoghue family, Ton
Pathom Ton Sangwongwanich
> VIEW ON MEMORY TIMELINETrevor Jeff Donoghue
The things my father gave me. He gave me birthdays and Christmas. He gave me grief and hope. He gave me philosophy, The one of the onion. Where we remove layers, to reveal new layers, of diminishing or expansive odyssey. To avoid even more tears, you shouldn't cut one on a slope. He gave me different versions of the world, like a kaleidoscope. He taught me the value of time. From this maybe, I learnt how to rhyme, when to compromise, or not, whether I got real luck and I landed on the spot. These lessons may not have been deliberate, as advice was often inconsistent. Action usually didn't match the example, but I was given, some of life's sample. He created music and supported his family's diverse arts. In different ways he touched people's hearts. He loved nature and wanted to preserve the native stuff. He found the weather often wasn't giving, the right amount of enough. He didn't like extremes and I'm sure he wasn't into memes. He despised many political ethics and unrefined behaviour. He truly wished in his own way, to be a saviour. He had a will of independence, which sometimes required he sat on the fence. Or so it would seem, as life could seem, to somewhat resemble a dream. He embraced cosmopolitan diversity and literally married, a foreign girl. This girl, Suwana, like wisdom, from or to him, was the nicest pearl. The things my father gave me. His name, well two of them in fact. A truth The ability to make an impact. He gave me love, he never hit me as a child. He gave me a sister, a half horse and Archer Sagittarius, who was none too reconciled . Something I gave him, grandchildren, a genetic legacy of will. More stories of successes, love and thrill, worthy of calligraphy, with a quill. I would have liked more time with him. His end was too sudden. I was making plans to see him soon again, but now they are undone. As his son of course I loved him. I appreciate walking the less trodden path, sometimes reshaping the cliches. He did determinedly try to create good memories. But alas, we say goodbye to him, in the ultimate cliche, a funeral today. Goodbye Dad. Thank you for the things you gave me.
