Posts made in December, 2007
“All right, that’s enough . . .”
One horrible day, Dad woke up in a hospital bed in the middle of his living room. He tried to get out, but got caught in a bundle of wires. A stomach feeding tube, an oxygen mask and a fenternyl drip. He also couldn’t rise because he’d been in bed for more than a week and his muscles had wasted. “All right. That’s enough,” he said, trying to prise himself out. There...
Read MoreChristmas without Dad
This will be the first Christmas without Dad. We celebrated my 40th without him and now – Christmas. The only thing that seems to take our minds off the fact that Dad isn’t here – is distraction. The kiddies, pressies, food, TV, people. Without these distractions there would be a really loud hole. We’d probably all be sitting in a circle, staring at the floor, randomly...
Read MoreIn a dream, I touched my Dad
Dream The other night I had a dream. When I go to sleep, I half wish that Dad’s ghost might visit me, knowing that I’d have to surrender to the fear of other worldliness. But each night I brace myself all the same. I expect him to appear at the window. Well, the other night he did – in a dream. He was wearing shorts and an old t-shirt. I approached the window where he was...
Read MorePainful 40th Birthday
I went around to Mum’s this morning (once Mum & Dad’s) and she gave me a card. It said, “Edwin, Have a great birthday – Love Mum xx” . . . Just Mum. I opened another card – from my uncle Freddy in Liverpool. Dad’s brother. Freddy – who I picked up from the airport only one hour after Dad’s death. Right from when I was little, Mum, Dad...
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