This week we unexpectedly and incomprehensibly lost our dear friend and Wholehearted contributor, Amelia. She inspired everyone wherever she went with her incredible talent, wit, honesty and impeccable taste in music. A brilliant mumma, loving wife, and friend to so many (with the BEST laugh ever!)-- she will be sorely missed. Our Wholehearted hearts are aching. Amelia, your spunk and spirit will live on through your gorgeous kiddos and be remembered always. Sending all of our love to Keith, Will and Livvy x
From Wholehearted Sister, Lou:
For many online years I’d known Amelia. We’d shared the mothering journey via our blogs and other social media places, but I never properly knew her, until I met her in person. Online she was funny, honest, warm and kind - but in the flesh she was vibrant. Radiant. The first time I met Mills I was 4 weeks post-partum with my baby boy. The sleeplessness and difficult first weeks of a sick baby had worn me down. I felt like never leaving the house, but when Amelia came to Melbourne for the weekend and wanted to do dinner - I desperately needed to go. I spied her on a street corner outside the restaurant and she wrapped me in the biggest, loveliest hug I have actually ever had. It set the tone for the rest of my night, and really - the rest of our friendship. Around the table she laughed the loudest, talked the fastest and embraced us in her glow. When I dropped her back to her hotel she didn’t care that my car smelt like yoghurt and that cheerios crunched underfoot. She laughed and assured me hers was the same. All I’ve ever known from her is authenticity and camaraderie. A year on I was flying to see her in Adelaide, excited to work together professionally and spend a weekend with my beautiful friend. Out time together was filled with meandering conversations, where we barely took a breath. Kid-free time together was pure luxury, after all. On the long journey home from the wedding we kept ourselves awake listening to 90s rap and RNB, marvelling at how many words we knew and laughing till tears rain down tired cheeks. I felt loved and welcomed in her and Keith’s home, and sitting at her grandmothers kitchen table eating porridge with her beautiful children felt completely natural. She mothered me, even though I’m a year older, and I relished being the one cared for as opposed to the one always doing the caring. I left her arms feeling encouraged and empowered - a big dose of inspiration flooded my heart.
Millie, I’ve known nothing but love from you, and I hope you always knew the same from me. Your life touched mine and I will cherish our funny memories always. I know that you and Stevie Nicks were tight, but watching you dance with Livvy and Will to ‘Hunter’ but Pharrell Williams at 8 o’clock on a Sunday morning will be how I’ll remember you. The best kind of mama, wife and friend.