So after six weeks of living in a backpackers hostel, 3 traumatising court appearances- the last the best- advo in place for 2 years and a conviction for assault,
I went home.
Home to my parents.
Home to my family.
There I felt love
Surrounded by love.
I hadn’t felt that for awhile.
Turns out dad and I needed each other more than either of us thought. I helped with mum- who has advanced dementia and he helped me by giving me a roof over my head and a bed to sleep in – and a listening ear and love only a father can give to a daughter.
Home where I healed
Home where I watched my father be a full time career doing everything in his power to look after mum.
Home where my father become my hero.
After 60 years of marriage here he was doing it all.
Beautiful… for you.. and for him.. much 💖
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