A post for my father
My father, Graham, died on the 3rd December after a long and hard fought battle with motor neurone disease. It's a cliche to talk about battle with illness but in his case I think it is right. He fought the good fight, cheerfully, positively, with immense courage and determination. It is over now and I am glad that he doesn't have to fight it any more. Who would have thought that such an active, physical, practical man, such a talker, a joker, a story teller, could find a way to live with profound physical disability and eventually with his own silence. But he did. In a life filled with action and achievement that was perhaps the most extraordinary achievement of all. I feel now, in relation to this blog, as I felt just over two years ago when my mother died. My mother's death was sudden, unexpected, terrible, full of the anguish of a loss which was totally unprepared for. My father's death was a long time coming and because of what he lost as he died so very