OBITUARY: Obituary in the Sydney Morning Herald reads:
Argall, Valerie Patricia (Val) November 12, 1998 at Calvary Hospital, late of Oatley. Loving wife of Allen, devoted mother of Evelyn, Ian and Geoff. Aged 60 years. Val Argall, who worked for many years in the Organization Development Unit, died recently. Professor Derek Anderson, Deputy Vice-Chancellor (Academic and Staffing), wrote this tribute. Val Argall's untimely death will sadden those many of her colleagues who remember the inner strength she brought to bear in order to attend her farewell from the University she had served so well. The colleagues who gathered on that occasion regarded Val as a very special person in their lives, and they will feel a special empathy for Allen, and their daughter and two sons as they cope with the void left by the loss of their special wife and mother. For my part I will always cherish the warm reception Val gave me when I fronted to deliver the official welcome to groups of general staff who were being inducted into the working ethos of the University. She would introduce me with an infectious enthusiasm I did not always emulate as well as I would like to have done, but however imperfect my performance it would be warmly acknowledged with her smiling vote of thanks and an engaging smile from the bright and friendly eyes that were Val's trademark. There are of course many other special facets of Val's persona that we all admired and valued. They included a steadfastness and concentrated effort in undertaking study programs that saw a young professional typist become a very well-respected staff development facilitator. Perhaps more importantly still, they included and were exemplified by her courage and fortitude. Smitten with a significantly ailing body yet again, Val must have felt in her inner soul that life was at the very least a tad unfair. Yet we never heard a word of complaint from her - rather she continued to dispense a renewed confidence in her ultimate wellbeing, more to reassure us than, I suspect, merely to give herself the strength to fight against the odds life had dealt her. Val Argall will be remembered for the manifold professional contributions she made to the administration and staff development of the University's workforce. She will be remembered too for the warmth, humanity and support she offered to us as individual colleagues and friends over many years. While she did not live to enjoy the many fruitful years of well-earned retirement that were her due, we will remember her as a special contributor to our collective well-being. Pope was surely right when he remarked that in every friend we lose a part of ourselves, and the best part. What a further loss it is when we lose such a friend before our friendships had proper time to ripen and mature. This poem, by Ralph Waldo Emerson, was read at Val's funeral service. To laugh often and much; To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; To appreciate beauty; To find the best in others; To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; To know one life has breathed easier because you have lived; This is to have succeeded
Argall, Valerie Patricia (Val) November 12, 1998 at Calvary Hospital, late of Oatley. Loving wife of Allen, devoted mother of Evelyn, Ian and Geoff. Aged 60 years. Val Argall, who worked for many years in the Organization Development Unit, died recently. Professor Derek Anderson, Deputy Vice-Chancellor (Academic and Staffing), wrote this tribute. Val Argall's untimely death will sadden those many of her colleagues who remember the inner strength she brought to bear in order to attend her farewell from the University she had served so well. The colleagues who gathered on that occasion regarded Val as a very special person in their lives, and they will feel a special empathy for Allen, and their daughter and two sons as they cope with the void left by the loss of their special wife and mother. For my part I will always cherish the warm reception Val gave me when I fronted to deliver the official welcome to groups of general staff who were being inducted into the working ethos of the University. She would introduce me with an infectious enthusiasm I did not always emulate as well as I would like to have done, but however imperfect my performance it would be warmly acknowledged with her smiling vote of thanks and an engaging smile from the bright and friendly eyes that were Val's trademark. There are of course many other special facets of Val's persona that we all admired and valued. They included a steadfastness and concentrated effort in undertaking study programs that saw a young professional typist become a very well-respected staff development facilitator. Perhaps more importantly still, they included and were exemplified by her courage and fortitude. Smitten with a significantly ailing body yet again, Val must have felt in her inner soul that life was at the very least a tad unfair. Yet we never heard a word of complaint from her - rather she continued to dispense a renewed confidence in her ultimate wellbeing, more to reassure us than, I suspect, merely to give herself the strength to fight against the odds life had dealt her. Val Argall will be remembered for the manifold professional contributions she made to the administration and staff development of the University's workforce. She will be remembered too for the warmth, humanity and support she offered to us as individual colleagues and friends over many years. While she did not live to enjoy the many fruitful years of well-earned retirement that were her due, we will remember her as a special contributor to our collective well-being. Pope was surely right when he remarked that in every friend we lose a part of ourselves, and the best part. What a further loss it is when we lose such a friend before our friendships had proper time to ripen and mature. This poem, by Ralph Waldo Emerson, was read at Val's funeral service. To laugh often and much; To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; To appreciate beauty; To find the best in others; To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; To know one life has breathed easier because you have lived; This is to have succeeded
OBITUARY: Obituary in the Sydney Morning Herald reads:
Argall, Valerie Patricia (Val) November 12, 1998 at Calvary Hospital, late of Oatley. Loving wife of Allen, devoted mother of Evelyn, Ian and Geoff. Aged 60 years. Val Argall, who worked for many years in the Organization Development Unit, died recently. Professor Derek Anderson, Deputy Vice-Chancellor (Academic and Staffing), wrote this tribute. Val Argall's untimely death will sadden those many of her colleagues who remember the inner strength she brought to bear in order to attend her farewell from the University she had served so well. The colleagues who gathered on that occasion regarded Val as a very special person in their lives, and they will feel a special empathy for Allen, and their daughter and two sons as they cope with the void left by the loss of their special wife and mother. For my part I will always cherish the warm reception Val gave me when I fronted to deliver the official welcome to groups of general staff who were being inducted into the working ethos of the University. She would introduce me with an infectious enthusiasm I did not always emulate as well as I would like to have done, but however imperfect my performance it would be warmly acknowledged with her smiling vote of thanks and an engaging smile from the bright and friendly eyes that were Val's trademark. There are of course many other special facets of Val's persona that we all admired and valued. They included a steadfastness and concentrated effort in undertaking study programs that saw a young professional typist become a very well-respected staff development facilitator. Perhaps more importantly still, they included and were exemplified by her courage and fortitude. Smitten with a significantly ailing body yet again, Val must have felt in her inner soul that life was at the very least a tad unfair. Yet we never heard a word of complaint from her - rather she continued to dispense a renewed confidence in her ultimate wellbeing, more to reassure us than, I suspect, merely to give herself the strength to fight against the odds life had dealt her. Val Argall will be remembered for the manifold professional contributions she made to the administration and staff development of the University's workforce. She will be remembered too for the warmth, humanity and support she offered to us as individual colleagues and friends over many years. While she did not live to enjoy the many fruitful years of well-earned retirement that were her due, we will remember her as a special contributor to our collective well-being. Pope was surely right when he remarked that in every friend we lose a part of ourselves, and the best part. What a further loss it is when we lose such a friend before our friendships had proper time to ripen and mature. This poem, by Ralph Waldo Emerson, was read at Val's funeral service. To laugh often and much; To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; To appreciate beauty; To find the best in others; To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; To know one life has breathed easier because you have lived; This is to have succeeded
Argall, Valerie Patricia (Val) November 12, 1998 at Calvary Hospital, late of Oatley. Loving wife of Allen, devoted mother of Evelyn, Ian and Geoff. Aged 60 years. Val Argall, who worked for many years in the Organization Development Unit, died recently. Professor Derek Anderson, Deputy Vice-Chancellor (Academic and Staffing), wrote this tribute. Val Argall's untimely death will sadden those many of her colleagues who remember the inner strength she brought to bear in order to attend her farewell from the University she had served so well. The colleagues who gathered on that occasion regarded Val as a very special person in their lives, and they will feel a special empathy for Allen, and their daughter and two sons as they cope with the void left by the loss of their special wife and mother. For my part I will always cherish the warm reception Val gave me when I fronted to deliver the official welcome to groups of general staff who were being inducted into the working ethos of the University. She would introduce me with an infectious enthusiasm I did not always emulate as well as I would like to have done, but however imperfect my performance it would be warmly acknowledged with her smiling vote of thanks and an engaging smile from the bright and friendly eyes that were Val's trademark. There are of course many other special facets of Val's persona that we all admired and valued. They included a steadfastness and concentrated effort in undertaking study programs that saw a young professional typist become a very well-respected staff development facilitator. Perhaps more importantly still, they included and were exemplified by her courage and fortitude. Smitten with a significantly ailing body yet again, Val must have felt in her inner soul that life was at the very least a tad unfair. Yet we never heard a word of complaint from her - rather she continued to dispense a renewed confidence in her ultimate wellbeing, more to reassure us than, I suspect, merely to give herself the strength to fight against the odds life had dealt her. Val Argall will be remembered for the manifold professional contributions she made to the administration and staff development of the University's workforce. She will be remembered too for the warmth, humanity and support she offered to us as individual colleagues and friends over many years. While she did not live to enjoy the many fruitful years of well-earned retirement that were her due, we will remember her as a special contributor to our collective well-being. Pope was surely right when he remarked that in every friend we lose a part of ourselves, and the best part. What a further loss it is when we lose such a friend before our friendships had proper time to ripen and mature. This poem, by Ralph Waldo Emerson, was read at Val's funeral service. To laugh often and much; To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; To appreciate beauty; To find the best in others; To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; To know one life has breathed easier because you have lived; This is to have succeeded
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