My Dad
I haven’t written about my father before. He is a difficult man to write about. He died 32 years ago and I still miss him. He was a very quiet man – quite the quietest I have ever met. When … Continue reading →
I haven’t written about my father before. He is a difficult man to write about. He died 32 years ago and I still miss him. He was a very quiet man – quite the quietest I have ever met. When … Continue reading →
I’m proud to be a Grandad, and I’m proud to be a Dad. Our K8 has written a piece. Read it. I wish I could write like that.
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