Black Friday
Yesterday I was going to post about being halfway through my writing splurge (but more than halfway through the wip — more on that next week, maybe) but events overtook that.
I’ll keep it short; at 1.30am yesterday, my stepfather died of the myeloma he’d been fighting for the last six years. He raised me from when I was six (my birth-father died when I was ten), so to all intents and purposes he was my father. I can’t believe that I’ll never see him again.
He took an immoderate delight in reading my books and commenting on them -always positively- until the pain grew too much for him to even be able to hold a book. And he was immensely proud -and rightly so – of the fact that against all the odds, he lived long enough to draw his Old Age Pension for four months. And even that short eulogy would embarrass him enormously, so I’m going to leave it there, and retreat to a dark cave.
Oh no. So sorry to hear this, Colin. You and your family are in my thoughts and prayers.
*hugs*
Very sorry to hear this, Colin. Our family’s prayers go for you.