Over the past few days my inbox has been inundated with jaunty marketing emails in anticipation of today, Father’s Day. Normally I find the whole thing rather irritating. But this year is different.
This year Father’s Day is not just another excuse for chocolates and Clintons Cards sentimentality, but a moment of authentic reflection. My father, Roger, passed away in the early hours of Wednesday morning, just a few weeks after his 80th birthday.
If I’m honest, it came as a blessed relief. The last few years had not been kind to him, and he was not a well man, nor a
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