And I don’t regret it one bit. My lovely, lovely 58 year old dad had a brain hemorrhage and dropped dead yesterday morning. He was a doctor and had been a real stickler for the rules. I hadn’t hugged him for over a year and now I never will again. When I saw my mum I couldn’t just leave her and stay away
I don’t even know why I’m writing this. Maybe just to try and make sense of how cruel and unfair life is