It’s been a year. I’m good. I’ve had reason these last couple of weeks to share this photo with 2 or 3 people. What struck me recently was the size of Dad’s hand placed on my tiny body. It was a guiding hand. Pulling me in close. Showing me where to turn and how to be. He never, ever stopped.
Mum’s close by, too. They’re there at Fremantle together. Having a chat with one means having a chat with the other, perhaps with a Thermos of coffee and a slice of Miss Maud’s Princess Cake. Sitting there, I’m happy to say, the connection is still real.
