I recall my granny’s words the day she was taken into the hospital: “Go up there on that stool and rummage around in the top shelf of the wardrobe.”
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Tonight, on the radio, a concert. Serendipitous Christmas lullays. Unconscionably lovely, the music soothes my breaking heart. Outside, cars swish on the wet road, people caught up in the crazy to and fro of the time of year. My cat is by my side; we listen together to the singing, to the traffic, to one another’s heartbeat.
Read MoreChristmas in wasteland
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It was me and father on Christmas day. Everyone else was gone. It was like those post-apocalyptic movies you may have watched, where the hero walks around watching the ruins in despair, holding on tight to those he loves, those that have survived the disaster and in the end, a smile lightens up their faces, because they are the lucky ones for whom life goes on.
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