Everything is a memory
On getting dressed as an act of remembrance and the strength of a good frock
My father died twenty years ago this week. It’s long enough ago for the most important people in my life now to have never met him. Long enough that there’s a whole new generation of our family. But never long enough to not be able to recall every second of that time in heart-cracking clarity.
Grief is a growing pain…
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