The day she went away

I know this may be a bit off topic but why is it always she that went away. We never truly hear much about the day that he went away and call remembrance to our fathers and brothers. Not much that I could say never having met my father but still that is what this made me think.

Beyond the picket fence


The day that she decided to die began as insignificantly as any other. My children were young and the usual rush revolved around nappy changes, breakfast and Playschool. At 11 a.m. I waited for her call. She had started to call three or four times a day. It was a minor inconvenience that I accepted. She was my mother after all. Only my mother would use the landline.

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