Here and now
During the past few weeks I have tried to ease my sadness through writing but have failed. And then I sat down tonight and this piece practically wrote itself. I apologise in advance for any self indulgence. _________________________________________ It is three months since my Dad died; from a heart attack that saw him living his life one minute and laid dead on the floor the next. Shocking doesn’t even cover it. Maybe we should have been more prepared for his eventual fate. He had lived the last twenty three years, of his seventy eight years of life, with heart disease and a number of other health concerns that had niggled away at him without stealing his pleasure of living. But we were not prepared. He was here. And now he is gone. I have no siblings. I was my Dad’s only child. His proud to be ‘Daddy’s girl’ who loved him. Adored him. Who aches from missing him. I saw my Dad for the las...