Sunday, 19 June 2011

Old as she was, she still missed her daddy sometimes.

That's me in the red shorts - me and my daddy, my sister Jane, mother and brother David.

It seems a very long time ago. Perhaps because it was.

My dad was a doctor and a writer. At least I inherited some of his dreams and perhaps live a little of his life's ambitions through what I do now.

I wish he was here today, always, to read my work.The good bits, anyway.

Happy Father's Day!