One year on, already.
So much happens, the world changes, our lives go on, and it's even easy to forget that Dad was around.
Easy to forget until a Status Quo song comes on, or ABBA. Until I laugh in a particular way, or pick my nails as he used to. Someone will say something small and I will be held for seconds in memory.
People remind me that he's no longer around and I smile, "Yeah, one year on, already".
The moments flow on without Dad, the universe reveals itself more and more, and we all trundle on.
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