I was fascinated by DeeDee’s dad, Richard, from the last blog. I really wanted to learn more about his story. A couple of days later I asked her if she thought he would be up for an interview. She came back and said “Well that was easier that I thought it would be. He told me to give you his number.” I called him a couple of days later and we agreed to meet, two days later.Read More »
After a record breaking number of views from guest blogger Annette, I asked the only other person to be up close and personal to my journey to say a few words – Boss mum. It was only 7 pm on a weekday night so I knew she was still up. After what seemed like an eternity (It was actually a battle of wills and stamina to shift her from the TV), she answered the phone.Read More »
The nurse called my name and led us to a small corner room. This room was really in need of some colour and joy as it was devoid of everything except a table and three chairs. Functional with no feeling. If they wanted something sterile and depressing, then they more than achieved it.Read More »
It was a bit surreal. I was here sitting in my dad’s kitchen thirty five years and a couple of thousand miles too late. My momentary surrealism was broken by a cockroach that had just broken cover from behind one of table condiments, looked me up and down and then disappeared as quickly as it appeared.
Three months ago this situation was never on the horizon. It had started with a simple message on Facebook.Read More »
I Am The One In Three 