It’s been six years today since Dad died, and not a day goes by that I don’t think about him, and that he isn’t part of my life in some way, that I don’t ask him for his opinion, and maybe, as ever, disregard it, or that there’s something that I know would interest him or make him laugh, and I talk to him about it.. I’m not mad. You don’t just lose someone whose presence has been so strong in your life when they die. He’s still with me.
Sharon
14th February 2021