3rd May, 2019.
It’s true … the inevitable has happened …
My stepfather died, yesterday*.
I’m …
Sad, obviously.
Although …
Can I make a confession?
We’d actually lost touch, after he and my mother divorced, around my late teens.
I don’t think we’d talked, beyond my mid-twenties.
Some thirty odd years ago.
I did know he was ill, though: and missed a chance to see him, yesterday.
I found out about that possible visit, too late to cancel the dental appointment.
I honestly wanted to see him at least once more, though: knowing there possibly wasn’t long.
I honestly thought there’d be more time, though.
Isn’t that always the way?
The really saddening thing …
Is that we always think there’s more time.
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