My Dad at his 70th birthday party
My dad died last week. You could say it was sort of expected. He was in a nursing home, confined to his bed by a series of strokes, the last of which had left him unable to speak; but that doesn’t, of course, make it any less shocking. A lot of what’s happened since I might have predicted – the sadness, the guilt, the support of my friends. But there’s also been a lot I wasn’t prepared for. (more…)
