Above: Friends and family carry the coffin of Logan Harris, with father Troy and brother Baiden Harris at the back.
By Sarah Schwager
HUNDREDS gathered last Friday to farewell little ‘princess’ Logan Harris whose life was tragically cut short.
The six-year-old was killed in a hit and run outside her Blind Bight home on 15 June.
It was standing room only at the funeral as tears, sobs and occasional laughter emanated from the crowd of mourners.
Logan was remembered as an energetic, competitive, affectionate and artistic girl with a beautiful smile and an infectious giggle.
“She had so much kindness and warmth,” Logan’s father Troy Harris said at the funeral.
“It seems ridiculous that in a world full of turmoil and despair, God would take Logan from us.”
Mr Harris, who coaches at the Devon Meadows Junior Football Club, said he would miss their trips in the car together, singing at the tops of their voices.
“I will never sing those songs again without my little duet girl beside me,” he said.
Mr Harris said Logan was very competitive and had to do everything her older brother Baiden, 9, did.
“She was as feisty as a caged tiger and had a bite to match,” he said. “She was more brave and gutsy than any footballer I’ve ever met.”
Mr Harris said with that strength also came an enormous amount of affection and class.
“The other day I said ‘you’re not a princess, Logan, you’re a human being’. I was wrong. She was a princess. In every sense of the word she was royalty,” he said.
Baiden could not control his sobs as he remembered Logan as loving and creative.
“The best thing about Logan is her smiley face,” he said. “She is loving and caring, cheeky and funny, and loves to sing and dance.”
Logan’s mother Kelly Harris asked the funeral director to read a tribute on her behalf.
“Possum, I can’t even begin to explain how I will live my life without you,” Mrs Harris said. “I will miss being your favourite client in your hairdressing salon.
“I will miss giving you pocket money for cleaning your room only to find everything tucked under your bed.”
Mrs Harris said she would also miss the way Logan would count how many sleeps there were until every event in her life.
“You were counting how many sleeps until we moved. Baby, there was only one more sleep.”
The funeral finished with a slideshow of photos of Logan to Missy Higgins’ song The Sound of White.
Mourners then followed the coffin in a procession to the burial, with hundreds of purple balloons – Logan’s favourite colour – handed out.
