Watching Over Me

Last night, Dad came to me in a dream. We were on a journey. Trying to locate something, I’m not sure what. Maybe some fuel for a car or a place to stay. I was in a public toilet, and I was being sick, violently sick. It was a reddish colour and Dad was asking […]

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How are you?

How am I? Angry that he left the party early… glad that he didn’t suffer a long illness… grateful that we welcomed him into our family and he had the best of times with me and my family by the sea and at home in the city in his many community choirs, writing groups, drama […]

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He wasn’t done yet

Everything looks different today. Last night, my Dad checked out. …. Too early. I know he wasn’t done yet. I’m pretty sure he joined every Salford community group there is: guitar, writing, samba, drama… we took him to see Airto at the Band on the Wall last year and he managed to find himself in […]

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Wise One

My daughter is remarkably wise. She’s 19 and has already travelled to the Far East. Twice. Discussing my recent conflict with my manager and how I resolved it by sticking to ethics and professional principles rather than allowing it to get personal, she remarked “another way to solve it would have been to invite him […]

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