Comfort Care

“I’m in trouble,” yells out Dad in the night.

“You hit the ceiling,” he says as I climb back into the cot beside him in the Palliative Care Unit. 571 more words

Blue Valentine

Love is what you’ve been through with somebody. ~James Thurber, quoted in Life magazine, 1960

“Please call me when you can,” texts Mum on Valentine’s Day. 134 more words

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Wednesday

“Happy birthday to me,” sings Dad, a cardboard makeshift bowl of cake and ice cream in hand as he sits lopsided, battered and bruised in the emergency room. 1,559 more words

What I Am Really Thinking

‘I wrote a letter to the Guardian,’ says Mum.

The English paper requests letters from their readers for a ‘What I am Really Thinking’  column. 246 more words

PANIC PANIC

‘PANIC PANIC’ is the subject line to Mum’s email.

Her 80th birthday party is nigh. The pressure is on.

‘Call me when you can,’ she texts me, ‘I need to calm down.’ 818 more words

Cheers!

Dad and I share a bottle of wine. He lifts his glass.

‘Here’s to love, life and laughter. I’ll be true as long as you, but not a moment after.’ 114 more words