So today is the first anniversary of the UK’s lockdown and a day to reflect and remember all we have lost to COVID-19. And of course, all I can think about is my truly wonderful Dad. The man whose voice I hear in my head a thousand times every day, whose dressing gown I wrapContinue reading “Not Dad too. Not my dad.”
I really struggle to accept that he is not a person anymore. Death I can accept, at least I think I can, but the knowledge that there isn’t a Dad shaped being on this earth is too much to bear.