π In 2024, I thought a lot about saying bye to a dad I never knew
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As I write this, my dad is in hospital and Iβve been told he has a couple of months to live. My mum told me on the phone a few days ago. Weβd chatted about kitchen utensils, our upcoming holiday, my kids and the weather, before she dropped it in. This must sound alien to some people. Callous, even. But, since my third birthday, he hasnβt been there for a single day of my life, so I wonβt be there for his last.
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