Clearing house

May 14, 2015 at 7:08 am | Posted in Poem | 7 Comments
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Dead dad Yahoo note.

‘Your Fun folder is empty.’

Way to sum it up.



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  1. ‘Like’ is the wrong micro comment for this type of thing, but it’s all they give us. ‘Respect’ would be a better one. Always watching and reading with respect. Best to you.

    • Much appreciated, Ad. I deeply value your readership and response. Kind regards, P.

  2. Sorry to hear about your fathers departure. Indeed, it’s in the ‘clean up’ we actually become more acquainted with our departed loved one. Trust you are finding moments of respite in the midst of such a heart wrenching time.

    • Dear Catherine, you’ve been showing up at my tricky times for a good while now. Thank you for that. Yes, dad’s detritus is like a tiny Titannic. I feel I should photograph every artefact before jettisoning it. But I don’t think his use-by 2001 HP Sauce will garner much interest beyond his kitchen. I think this is going to take a while …

  3. A very difficult time, Paul, but cathartic. You’ll cry, laugh, rage, wonder and feel your heart break all over again. But be upheld by those who love you.

    • Hi there, Desolie. Sounds like you’ve been where I am. When they said “there are many rooms in my father’s house” they neglected to mention the ghosts and emotions lurking within. You’ve certainly named them. And I’m so grateful the upholding’s already begun. With kind thanks to you, P.

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