Before The Felicity Station transmitted three living Signals, Felicity was already turning Australia into an invitation—and one of those invitations became a life, a love story, and a living tribute.

All my life, I’ve had this feeling that I don’t belong. I was born on May 22, 1967, and my original name was Donald. I don’t know who my biological mother or father were. I don’t know their names, their stories, what they looked like, what kind of people they were or what circumstances brought me into the world. At about 11 months old, in 1968, I was adopted. The people who adopted me were my parents. They weren’t some separate category of “adopted family” to me. They were Mo

A personal thank-you to the carers, ambos, cleaners, support workers, nurses and hospital staff whose kindness helped Felicity and helped me keep standing.