Cherish whos left...

Death.... I guess when my old man died, no one ever talks to anyone, about anything in our family, so the letter in the mail from the solicitor, was good...

It was the sense, that he's stepped over a line, from which there is no coming back from.


I mean the relationship could not be repaired - he was too fucked in the head... But the clarity that came, "This is the end of it" was strong.

And the dream of him coming to me, at the time he died, was frightening.

Only ever had one.