Poem | In loving memory of my father What shall I do? Where shall I go? Wait, I’ll ask him Help, please, I did something stupid Dad’ll fix it Is this the right decision? The right thing for me? Wait, I’ll ask him Wait… I cannot call him. He’s not there. Lost him thirty-two years ago. Still hurts. Still miss him. My dad. Not a hero, but a wonderful human being. Kind and loving,…
Continue readingArticle | Life Lessons How reliable are our memories? My father used to film and photograph the three of us growing up: my brother, sister, and me. An 8mm film camera and slides. I remember sitting in the living room after a family holiday, the curtains closed, the whirring sound of the projector aimed at the wall. Those were the times! But were they? How does what we experience in our childhood, throughout adolescence and…
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