Tag Archives: dad

unhappy endings…

Posted on October 21, 2013 by risingontheroad

Heya Bab, It is rolling up to two months since I got home and there is still much I can’t quite say. There are things I want to write but so far I can’t even speak them without a round … Continue reading →

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the first hundred years without my father..

Posted on June 27, 2012 by risingontheroad

Heya Bab, It has been a while since I have written. I am living life like a multi coloured montage of adventure and it keeps my eyes busy, my fingers tip tapping. The life of leisure still seems to speed. … Continue reading →

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love endures…

Posted on January 16, 2012 by risingontheroad

Heya Bab, I’ve haven’t done this, haven’t written one to you for a while, but tonight was one of those nights when I was left wide awake with words for you buzzing round in my head. I wish you were … Continue reading →

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the neon-pink Christmas tree…

Posted on December 24, 2011 by risingontheroad

I was met at the airport by a delighted dog in fairy wings – why wings? I don’t really know. My brother and the pup picked me up, drove me dozing home, and ushered me in to see a neon-pink … Continue reading →

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have ticket will travel…

Posted on December 13, 2011 by risingontheroad

Heya Bab, Tonight I miss you, but I’ve been doing my crying in the shower to avoid spoiling more fruit! I’ve managed to get my contract wound up and my flights booked so I will make it home for Christmas … Continue reading →

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It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to…

Posted on November 24, 2011 by risingontheroad

Heya Bab, Christmas is coming and I am wondering whether I will make it home in time to catch it. Without you I don’t know quite what it will be, who we will be. Part of me is tempted to … Continue reading →

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happy birthday heartache..

Posted on November 1, 2011 by risingontheroad

The dates are backing up. I’m in a ruck, a cluster clump of hurt. I’ve been strong all day. Kept the quiver from my voice, the water at the edge of my eye. I did my job, smiled in the … Continue reading →

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goggles in the rain…

Posted on October 29, 2011 by risingontheroad

Heya Bab, Yesterday it was 5 months since you died. 5 months ago I woke up from another uneasy sleep, went to check on you, was relieved to find you were alive and then realised that a crucial part of … Continue reading →

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it is not enough, but enough…

Posted on October 26, 2011 by risingontheroad

Heya bab, Lately I just want to call you. It is too long since we have spoken, too long since I have heard your voice. I often think of dialling your number just to hear your phone ring, but I … Continue reading →

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Dhaka 101…

Posted on October 9, 2011 by risingontheroad

Heya bab, Tonight I finally managed to grab mum on Skype and pass on my impressions from the first few days of Dhaka 101. It was good to chat to her but I was left with the sense of something … Continue reading →

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