Remembering that day.

It is almost the exact hour, when twenty seven years ago time stopped for me. It was a Friday morning. I was working on the geriatric ward as a student nurse. I was tired and feeling low, as my Dad was very weak, with motor neurone disease. The ward sister came over and asked me … More Remembering that day.

Remembering you.

You have been gone now for over half my life, and yet there is rarely a day goes by without me thinking of you. Sometimes it is to remember something you said, or to imagine what you would think of a situation. Sometimes it is to remember days gone by, when as a child you … More Remembering you.