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Perth Zoo's elephant matriarch dies

<p>One of the world's oldest elephants, lovingly known as Tricia, has tragically died in Perth Zoo. </p> <p>Tributes began flooding in immediately for the Asian elephant who painted pictures and entertained countless visitors in almost six decades at the zoological park.</p> <p>"Tricia wasn't just well-known, she was well-loved," Premier Mark McGowan said, in a statement.</p> <p>"Her stature and her grace were compelling. For many, she was a Perth icon."</p> <p>"For six decades, she was an integral part of any visit to Perth Zoo."</p> <p>"If you lived in Perth at some point in your life then you probably have a memory of Tricia."</p> <p>Her death on Wednesday night, which is said to be from complications relating to her age, is expected to spark the closure of the zoo's elephant exhibit.</p> <p>Veterinarians and Tricia's keepers had been monitoring her health closely for some time before her health rapidly deteriorated, according to McGowan's office, as they described the elephant as among the oldest in the world and the oldest being cared for by a zoo in Australasia.</p> <p>"Tricia's final moments were peaceful. She was surrounded by her carers in her night quarters on Wednesday evening, July 6, 2022," the office said, in a statement.</p> <p>The zoo wants mourners to donate to the Tricia Tribute to Conservation Fund in lieu of sending flowers, to help create a "lasting legacy for this extraordinary animal".</p> <p>The fund is designed to help support the zoo's conservation efforts and build an elephant guard post in Indonesian island Sumatra's Bukit Tigapuluh ecosystem, to help monitor and protect one of the last remaining wild herds of Sumatran elephants.</p> <p><em>Image credits: Getty Images</em></p>

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The letter from my 97-year-old mother that had me in stitches

<p><em><strong>Robyn Lee is in her 70s and lives with two lovable but naughty cats. She has published a book on seniors behaving badly, entitled </strong></em><strong>Old Age and Villainy</strong><em><strong>, and considers herself an expert on the subject. </strong></em></p> <p>I may or may not have mentioned previously how my mother, The Matriarch (TM) and her husband (The Third) would regularly update the family with regard to their eventual demise.  You know, wills, funeral director, etc.</p> <p>For years TM insisted she didn’t want mournful hymns but wished to have Frank Sinatra’s “My Way” and Louis Armstrong’s “When the Saints Go Marching In” played at her funeral.  However, as time went on she started revising these plans.  In one of our phone conversations, she informed me that the family could expect a letter outlining the changes.</p> <p>I received the letter a couple of weeks later and promptly rang my daughter to discuss it with her.  I read out what TM had written and both my daughter and I were helpless with laughter at the contents.  In her inimitable way, TM wrote down exactly what she wanted and I’ve shared it below with the only changes being names, otherwise it’s word for word as she wrote it, punctuation and all.</p> <p>“Dear Robyn</p> <p>The Third and I have spent a lot of time and deliberation over the planning of our funerals.  Our main concern is to make it as simple as possible for those of you who are left to cope.  We both feel that changing the venue is an unnecessary hassle, so we are leaving things as they are with the funeral director.  Because all of our friends have predeceased us, and for the same reason, we have great grandchildren we have never met, we have decided that we do not want a funeral!!!!</p> <p>When the time comes, we have decided we would like you to phone the funeral director and tell them that we are ready to go, whoever goes first.  This might seem drastic to you, but we have seen too many funerals in our chapel where the hearse sits outside with one or two mourners to pay their respects.  Such a dreary sight, and we don’t do dreary.</p> <p>We do not want flowers, wreaths and bunches are depressing.  We absolutely forbid viewing.  Why would anyone want to look at a dead face??  We might not be very pretty but we can still grin.  No eulogies.  Tell us what you can think of us while we can hear, not when we can’t answer back.</p> <p>Forget what we wanted eleven years ago.  Singing “When the Saints go Marching in” might have sounded OK then, but we cringe that the sound of your off-key warbling eleven years later would resurrect us.</p> <p>We mostly do not want people attending our funerals from a sense of duty.  We’d rather that they stayed home and had a drink to us.  We understand that you might be unhappy about our wishes, and we understand that, but we would really like it if you would put a notice in the newspaper to the effect that according to their wishes The Matriarch/The Third had a private funeral on such and such a date.</p> <p>That’s all I think folks.  We have nothing to say except we love you all and we have been blessed to have belonged to such a loving family.”</p> <p>I think that letter encapsulates The Matriarch beautifully.  She gets her point across with humour and style.</p> <p>There was an untoward reaction from one extended family member though and I became quite angry when I heard about it.  It caused poor TM a lot of worry and upset.  This family member told TM that as I lived in Australia, I would be very hurt and upset about these plans and that it was wrong to exclude me.  I found out when I had rung and TM, in a very small voice, asked if I was still speaking to her.  At that stage, I had no idea what had gone on and when TM explained and told me she had been so worried and upset, I was furious with this relative.  I told TM how I’d rung my daughter and that we both agreed her letter had made our day.  I also reassured her that the relative was the one with the problem, not me!  TM was so relieved to hear that, but my daughter and I were pretty disgusted that TM was put in such a position at her age.  It was also a fortunate piece of luck that I didn’t have an up to date phone number for this relative… there would have been fireworks!</p> <p><em>Robyn is writing a series on her 97-year-old mother (aka The Matriarch). Read part one <span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong><a href="http://www.oversixty.com.au/lifestyle/family-pets/2017/04/robyn-lee-on-her-97-year-old-mother/" target="_blank">here</a></strong></span>, part two <span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong><a href="http://www.oversixty.com.au/lifestyle/family-pets/2017/05/robyn-lee-on-the-matriarch-receives-a-pacemaker/" target="_blank">here</a></strong></span>, part three <span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong><a href="http://www.oversixty.com.au/lifestyle/family-pets/2017/06/most-shocking-things-my-mum-said/" target="_blank">here</a></strong></span>, part four <span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong><a href="http://www.oversixty.com.au/lifestyle/family-pets/2017/07/the-moments-my-97-year-old-mother-stunned-us-all/" target="_blank">here</a></strong></span>, part five <span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong><a href="http://www.oversixty.com.au/lifestyle/family-pets/2017/08/robyn-lee-the-matriarch-outrageous-parties/" target="_blank">here</a></strong></span> and part six <span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong><a href="http://www.oversixty.com.au/lifestyle/family-pets/2017/09/robyn-lee-matriarch-learns-valuable-life-lesson/" target="_blank">here</a></strong></span>.</em></p>

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Meet the matriarch of our family, my 97-year-old mother

<p><em><strong>Robyn Lee is in her 70s and lives with two lovable but naughty cats. She has published a book on seniors behaving badly, entitled Old Age and Villainy, and considers herself an expert on the subject. </strong></em></p> <p>My mother is 97 years old and still going strong, although as she ruefully confesses, her mind is active but her body isn’t. I come from a large family of which mum is the matriarch, which is how I’ll refer to her, or else TM (it’s easier to type). Over the years her sense of humour and pragmatism have given us a good laugh as well as teaching my brothers and me some valued lessons, some of which were rather painful in our childhood!</p> <p>One of the things TM is very pragmatic about is her eventual demise and we are updated regularly on her will, her funeral (she wishes to be cremated) and other matters regarding that event.  Don’t worry, there’s nothing morbid here, quite the reverse.</p> <p>With one of my brothers as well as myself living in Australia (he has since moved back to New Zealand), TM told us both several times that she didn’t want us to spend the money on attending her funeral. </p> <p>“I’m not going to know if you’re there or not,” she said to me on one occasion.</p> <p>“Exactly,” I retorted, “so how are you going to stop us? Besides,” I added, “we want to come for the wake afterwards so we can talk about you.”</p> <p>I was then threatened with her returning to haunt me!</p> <p>She had made my youngest brother and my cousin executors of her will for two reasons…they both still lived in close to TM and my cousin was a paralegal so it made sense.  After the usual evening wine or three, TM was updating them on her will...again...when my cousin looked at her and said,</p> <p>“And now, we wait...and we wait...”</p> <p>When TM related this to me in one of our phone conversations, I predictably reacted with laughter.</p> <p>“Talk about a black sense of humour,” grumbled The Matriarch. "That's what everyone does when I tell them about that!"</p> <p>I remember a few years ago, I received a letter from her, which started off, “My dear family,”. </p> <p>It went on to tell us how much she loved us, how thankful she was to have such a wonderful family and other things in this vein.  Alarmed, I promptly rang her to find out what had happened.  I had visions of her having been diagnosed with some dreadful illness and being given only a short time to live. When I queried what was wrong, she started to laugh. </p> <p>Apparently, my brothers and members of my extended family to whom she had also written, had much the same reaction. From what TM said, all she wanted to do was to tell us all how much she loved us, how proud she was of us and to thank us for being there for her.  It had an unexpected result in that her phone rang hot with alarmed questions from various family members asking her what was wrong. It was not quite the response she had anticipated.</p> <p>In the meantime, she'd decided on a couple of songs for her funeral. One of them was “When the Saints go Marching In” by Louis “Satchmo” Armstrong, the other “My Way” by Frank Sinatra. When I asked her why she wanted “Saints”, her reply?</p> <p>“Because I like it.” </p> <p>Okay, fair enough.  Although when she told an acquaintance what she had chosen the reaction was one of horror.</p> <p>“You can’t have songs like that!” protested the horrified one.</p> <p>“Why not?” queried TM.</p> <p>“Oh, no. That’ll never do. I want my family to be absolutely devastated with grief at my funeral and I’m going to have all the sad hymns,” replied the other.</p> <p>"No,” rejoined TM firmly, “I want my family to remember me in a happy manner.  I don’t want them weeping and wailing when I pop my clogs! Therefore, I’m having those two songs, and,” she added, “it’s in my will.”</p> <p>I’ve been telling her for the last 30 years that only the good die young and at 97, she’s well on the way to proving it. I want to be like her when I grow up.</p> <p><em><strong>Do you have a story to share? Share your story with the Over60 community <span style="text-decoration: underline;"><a href="http://www.oversixty.com.au/community/contributor/community-contributor/" target="_blank">today</a></span>. </strong></em></p>

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