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This story is dedicated to my Dad …
Gosh it was fun to remember that story! The tale of Dad and my Dr Who scarf! What a laugh!
My mind fast forwards …
And whirrs to a stop.
It’s 1995.
My laughter falters and my smile fades …
It’s mid-October.
Dad had been in the hospital for four weeks.
I bounced in to the ward after work, coming to visit Dad now a well established part of my daily routine.
Click, clack, click, clack.
The familiar noise of my high heels heralding my visit to Dad.
All set to launch without thinking into MY news of the day …
I paused …
Dad …
The whites of his eyes, nowadays clearly yellow, he tried to mask them behind…
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