17/10/2024
As my father lays dying, I had hoped that they would meet.
There are some things in me that I don’t know how to heal. It isn’t by malice, more a gap in the story that can never be written. A torch that was never lit, a flame that was never passed.
He brought me an example from where I can continue and grow. I never knew it was a hollow in him, that part I wanted to tear out of him. In all the time we stuck together, in all the times he was there. It’s taken a lifetime to realise, he wanted me near.
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