In the seven years since my dad died it has been easy to imagine that he was still around, just busy in the garden or out for a walk while we video called home.
The comfort and pretence of finding normalcy
The comfort and pretence of finding normalcy
The comfort and pretence of finding normalcy
In the seven years since my dad died it has been easy to imagine that he was still around, just busy in the garden or out for a walk while we video called home.