I’ve been thinking about how transient mortality is to other people during LockdownUk CoVid19 pandemic and how the selﬁsh need to be outdoors is at the expense of others.
It also made me reﬂect at ﬁnding my father, dead, eyes still open – sat on the bottom few stairs. I’ve always and, probably still do to some degree – feel the guilt that He may have called out and I didn’t hear him…….
10 April 2020
The lower stairs I used to sit upon as a small child – Waiting for Daddy to come home from work – waiting for my cuddles before bed;
The lower stairs I used to sit upon as a teenager – talking endlessly to friends on the once common rotary dial telephone;
The lower stairs upon which my father exhaled his last breath….
The kitchen is said to be the heart of the home.
The stairs are the entrance and exits to the lives that walk through this house
@swirlingﬁre August 2017
Former Guest Post on another site.