My dad died a year ago, today. Bye Big Jim. Sheep shearer. Policeman. Security worker. Lawn mower. Brother. Husband. Dad. Uncle. Grandad. Neighbour. Friend. Wine lover. Music lover. Marathon runner. HT license holder. Barbeque builder. Painter. Scale modeller. Opera lover.… Continue Reading
This morning I awoke to find out that Philip Seymour Hoffman had died. One of my favourite roles he played was the part of Gust Avrakotos in Charlie Wilson’s War. There’s not much else to say except goodbye to… Continue Reading
Death and grief is an incredible thing. Terrible is the word for the event itself. Surreal for the days after. Incredible for the period beyond that in realisation the person has gone forever. Nothing can prepare you for it,… Continue Reading
My father died just over two months ago. He was diagnosed with cancer in 2010, a month before my son was born. The type of cancer was a rare one and at worst he had to have lesions removed… Continue Reading