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So, it’s the anniversary of my dad’s death today. At least I’m pretty sure it’s today, it’s not exactly one of those things you mark on the calendar. Either way I’m choosing to believe that it’s today. So I thought rather than gripe and angst about the one tragedy of my generally reasonably happy childhood, (especially since I already did a bit of that on Tuesday), I’ll just put up some photos of me and my dad, and pictures of daffodils (given the time of year and all), which would be nice because his grave is kind of on a hill in Scotland, so I can’t really visit it. I’ll even throw in an explanation of what happened, since it seems rather silly to go on about it without telling you.
Okay, here goes. My Dad, like a great many other people died of cancer, though he died of a brain tumour which is actually fairly rare. This was eight years ago, so I was ten, though he was ill for a couple years before that. He died in a hospice, which was rather horrible but not as bad as dying in hospital. Anyway, it has secured a lifelong paranoia in me about people getting ill, hence the big panic on Tuesday. There’s plenty more I could say about this but I’m not going to. So all that’s left is to say enjoy the pictures…
