Thirteen years ago right now I was whizzing to the hospital to see my dad who had just died. We’d only just him and been home a few minutes when we got the call.
It’s one of those moments that will always stick in my mind, for obvious reasons.
Question is, for how much longer will I stay stuck in that moment? Every year it gets worse, not better.
Why am I holding on? And why can’t I let go?
I want him to rest in peace. And I want to live in peace.