Wednesday, 28 February 2018

Poignancy in Extremis.

My daughter’s mother – the woman I lived with for six years back in the mists of my young past – is currently in the later stages of terminal cancer, and today is her birthday. I find that a little surreal because I would find it hard to imagine anything much more poignant than waking up on your birthday knowing that there won’t be any more.

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