Although I only live about five miles or so away from where I grew up, I never go there because it is not the sort of place you’d ever need to go to without a reason. But yesterday I had a visit there.
I went past the house I grew up in. I was born there and I lived there until I was 18. My mum died when I was 14, then my dad died when I was 18.
I got a really vivid feeling of what would have been if one or both of them had lived. Taking their grandchildren to see them.
The life I lost suddenly seemed very vivid and it has upset me.