Tuesday, January 03, 2012
Landing Aberdeen, Scotland
A raw Xmas.
But my father unbreakable.
We say goodbye and I kiss him, we both think the same thing.
But then he walks (with great effort) out onto the drive to wave properly goodbye, the furthest he has moved for weeks.
If I am lucky he has probably made me unbreakable too.
We live in a soft time of talking and forget there was once another way.
I drive to meet the boat we both think the same thing.
Sometime after this happened.
Sometime before this happened.