I remember you laughing so hard your eyes would water. Now you look so sad.
I look into your eyes and they seem so confused, so far away, so lost.
I'm not sure you know who I am.
The children look wary of you. That makes me sad. I don't think they really understand.
I don't understand.
I remember you cycling to work and back every day on your three-speed bike.
I remember you making us walk for miles in whatever the weather - we dare not complain.
I remember you in your beloved vegetable garden. Mum would always moan that you grew too much, especially when it was just me left at home.
I remember you hanging onto me on the terraces at Carrow Road full of nerves and excitement.
I remember you in your office at home, your head over your calculator, working on accounts in your own time to bring more money in to put us through university and have a good start in life - thank you Dad.
Now I remember you looking sad, slouched in your chair, needing help to sip some drink.
Now I remember you lying asleep in your bed, so peaceful.
Then we had to go.
I hope I see you again Dad.
x x x