It Takes a Village

“I took six months off work to be with Dad when he had cancer. I remember one time, my Mum was speaking to a friend on the phone and she said ‘Tommy? Aye, he’s no bad, he’s doin’ alright.’ My Dad turned to me and said ‘No bad? No bad? I’ve got me arse in soil and two feet in the grave and she’s tellin’ people I’m ‘no bad’?!’. He was hilarious. He was so funny. Looking after him wasn’t stressful – that was the joyous part. It was a privilege. The hard part was realising he was going to die. “ Claire, Daughter