It's a bit of joke amongst those who are notoriously poor timekeepers that they'd even be late for their own funeral. Dad was quite a stickler for punctuality, and I take after him. I'd rather be half an hour early than two minutes late - the feelings the stress response and subsequent adrenaline surge bring … Continue reading Late for his own funeral!
The last few weeks have been pretty full on supporting mum as she grieves for dad, and doing the bulk of the formalities necessary when a person dies - especially one who's lived a long, full and happy life for almost 95 years! I've never had the experience of this previously - how fortunate I … Continue reading A Bath wedding
The past six days have been some of the most poignant and purposeful of my life. As regular readers will be aware, since returning to England from New Zealand in March 2013, I've spent a lot of time negotiating processes to support my dad, as he became less able to care for himself. One of … Continue reading The long goodbye