Syd lived in Victoria, a place that didn’t seem to me ever really to suit her. It’s a place filled with hippies, retirees, and bureaucrats, people sure to provoke her impatience.
As a wife, mother, and gardener, she had a gentler side, something softer and more spiritual.
And just when you began to think that this was the real Syd, you’d find a magnet on her fridge that read:
"Jesus Loves You."
Then a picture of the Italianate Christ (the one with the flowing hair, soulful eyes, and pious expression).
"everyone else thinks you’re an asshole"
What a magnificent sister. I always felt a bit dozy by comparison, a bit slow on the uptake, a little too credulous. She was the least little little sister.