I found it hard to cry when Dad left us a month ago, 11 July 2026. All I felt was anger, though I kept it carefully contained. Angry because I did not get to see him one last time, to say a final goodbye. It was so sudden, so final, that it left no space for preparation….only a quiet, unresolved ache. At first, there was a strange calm, as if I had been placed in the eye of something I could not yet feel. There were practical matters to attend to, people to speak with, and a sense that I…
