My late-dad's name was Richard.
I lost contact with him when I was 15. Last time I saw him I was 28 - I didn't know he had cancer- I turned up without an invite - he wouldn't speak to me- he hurried me away cos my step-mum was due back.
About a year later, I started crying in my sleep- I'd wake cos I felt I was drowning with all the tears.
Then I woke up during the night, saying: "Don't cry Daddy, don't cry. It'll be alright." I sensed he was in pain. That went on for a while
(I didn't know where he was living cos he'd moved).
Then I suddenly sensed he was dead. I flung myself into the corner of the room and sat on the floor sobbing for ages...
Then I felt he was guiding me- telling me what to do, step by step... so I did as instructed...
& that led me to do a book - which in a wierd way relates to his work- or to be exact, about what he knew but didn't act on cos he couldn't (due to his job- his employers wouldn't have approved).
2007-08-30
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