The piece I wrote is about my father, and his last days in a frail care centre. I called it "Going Home".
Here are a couple of lines from the piece that I particularly like:
These things happened a
long time ago and I have forgiven him. I forgave him because he served on navy destroyers
in WWII when he was sixteen. I forgave him because he saw things no kid of
sixteen should be made to witness, and almost certainly these were things he
could not un-see.
And here are two pictures of my father. This recent one:
And this one, circa WWII - in his navy gear
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