Bravery

in memoriam

My dad.

My father died on the 26th of December, 1976.

An incident

“This should do it.” My father was responding to my mother’s growing exasperation with the two-year old me constantly getting under her feet in the kitchen.

Dad was a handyman of sorts. There were drawers full of watch parts from watches he’d taken apart but not quite reassembled. If you say …