Hullo ma wee blog,
As I left the house two days ago I heard a familiar voice. One I recognised instantly for its distinctive sound, as if spoken through a smile. The soft rumble held me mid-stride, keys in hand and I heard familiar strength in my ear.
I put my head down as my eyes pricked until I reached the car where I sat and pushed tears to one side with the back of my hand. I took a deep breath and reversed past the end of the house, down the drive and onto the road, swallowing back the lump that had come.
I was several minutes down the road when my father's voice came again, quieter now.
"It's ok ye know."
Yesterday my lawyer brother phoned to say,