Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Sad day

Called in at my dad's empty house to tidy up and collect some things for him.
It's surprising how odd things can bring back memories. I was OK until I picked up the breadboard in the kitchen. That brought back memories from over forty years ago and made me realise the huge change and upheaval this was for my dad and how he hides his feelings to spare the feelings of others.
As I held that breadboard I remembered happy times when my mum was alive, my two brothers were there and I felt secure and part of the family.
Strange that past happy times make me sad.


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