Farewell Son – Uni is calling!

Dear Son, My final entry in your diary. A diary I started when you were a baby with the morbid intention of being able to share stories with you if I was ever not around. So to hand it over to you today means we made it! I have so much that I want toContinue reading “Farewell Son – Uni is calling!”

It’s Time …..

I can’t shake the sadness Of the strangulation of time It creeps around my lungs As my mind frantically searches for memories Do I have enough? Why are they so vague? We haven’t had enough time! You don’t stride away confidently You are as unready as I am Fearful of the unknown Whilst surrounded byContinue reading “It’s Time …..”