Dads

Friday 19th August 2022

I woke up at 3am. That's nothing unusual, except my brain started ticking and I couldn't stop it from racing forward. Around 5am I must have dozed off again and groggily got up near 9am.

I went out for a run because I knew my brain needed to unravel and I was thinking a lot about my Dad. It's been a little over 7 months since he died and although sad, I was full of gratitude for having been able to spend time with him in the first few months of my Gap Year.  Although he had no idea of the who-what-why of life due to dementia, I was honoured to sit with him and show him photos and watch him relish the chocolate I'd brought.

Ironically enough there were a few Facebook memories of him showing up over the years so I have to share them here. Life is short, do what gives you joy.