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.