Liviana Ellen Carlesso

Miss Me - But Let Me Go

When I come to the end of the road,
And the sun has set for me,
I want no rites in a gloom filled room,
Why cry for a soul set free?

Miss me a little, but not too long,
And not with your head bowed low,
Remember the love that we once shared,
Miss me, but let me go.

For this is a journey that we must all take,
And each must go alone,
It's all a part of the Master's plan,
A step on the road to home.

When you are lonely and sick of heart,
Go to the friends we know,
And bury your sorrows
in doing good deeds,
Miss me - but let me go.


Liviana was born in Genoa, Italy on the 28th of February 1948, the daughter of Ermanno and Albina Antonello. She was one of three children, having also a sister, Pierina and a brother, David.

At 3 years old, the family migrated to Australia in 1951.

After spending time in migration camps for almost a year, the family settled in Hyde Park, Adelaide.

Her first job involved sewing garments and later, worked for Gordon and Gotch where she met most of her friends.

Married in 1971 to Rowland Carlesso, she had her first child, Damian in 1973.

She was a loving mother who was very caring, committed to her children, generous and valued the well being of others over her own. When it was cold she would always remind her children to "put a jumper on".

Her favourite place to visit and live was Queensland and she held on to fond memories of the time she spent there.

Liviana was an excellent painter, ice-skater, gardener, writer and teacher. She spent some time volunteering at Fulham North Primary School helping students to read and write.

She was the mother of 4 children, Damian, Adam, Simon and Jason.

She would be remembered for her compassion, appreciation of classical instruments, fantastic cake and bread making, especially the ice-cream cakes and pavlovas! But also for her friendship and great deal of empathy.

To those that knew her best would agree that her ability to nurture others was legendary and it will be her most missed trait.

To most of us she was known as Livy, Mum, Zia, or a friend and for the last time we bid her farewell.