Saturday, 26 July 2008

My dad

What with hubby's birthday this week, and then the lovely inspection news, my week ended with a bang. My dad died yesterday. He was 62

I am feeling pretty numb at the mo.

He is in Johannesburg. He left my mum, sibs and I when we were really young (4 kids under 6 yrs), so I do not know him very well. Never paid maintenance, lived for his booze, ciggies and women. The only time we heard from him was when he was causing trouble. You can catch my drift I am sure. Thankfully we have a ROCK of a mum, who is one of my closest friends.

I won't be going to the service, there is no point. He was my biological father but never a dad.

But then why do I feel so bally crappy?

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