It’s the end of the phone call that I remember the most. Before she hung up, she said: “Drive safely”.
I’m sure it was a standard line, but I’m equally sure she meant it. She was a nurse; the last thing she’d want having communicated the bad news would be the recipient having a crash on the way to be there.
I rang my sister, and simply said “He’s gone”, and we headed to the hospital to see Dad.
That was five years ago today.
I still miss him, the clever, silly man. His final years were a challenge for us, but I know that to the last, he was busy reading, writing, thinking — and watching rugby.
His loss is not something that sticks in my mind constantly, but it is something I think about a lot at this time of year.
- State Library of Queensland on my Dad’s experiences being barred from being a teacher
Other anniversaries this month
In fact any August in a year divisible by five is full of anniversaries for me.
This year I’ll be turning 45. The beauty of being born in a “zero” year is it’s easy to remember my age.
It’ll be 10 years since I bought my house.
15 years since the only time I lost an hour from my birthday, thanks to the early switch to daylight savings for the Olympics.
It’ll be 20 years since Windows 95 came out, which I remember with great affection. (My eldest son also turned 20 earlier this year – something also remembered with great affection!)
It’ll be 25 years since I started the Toxic Custard mailing list, the forerunner of this blog.