If I’d known about Downing Street’s Christmas parties, I would have broken rules to see my dad one last time
If I’d known about Downing Street’s Christmas parties, I would have broken rules to see my dad one last time
Our bodies wanted to drift together in the warm embrace of family, but our heads kept us in check (Picture: Emma Reed)
I spoke to my dad the day he died. When I say ‘spoke,’ I mean on the telephone.
A hundred miles stretched between us but, as for so many, those conversations sustained us over the painful months of separation during the pandemic.
We buoyed each other up in a desperate attempt…
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