Last year I decided that rather than try to locate a photo to post I would share memories on Dad’s anniversary instead. I am aware that these will run out too, but in the meantime let’s just see what lane this takes us down. Today is fifteen years since the accident that took Dad’s life. Fifteen years since Mum reminded me to return his call that night, a call I made only an hour before he died. Dad phoned every night around 7pm. He did so unfailingly from the time he began w

(Day eighteen + nineteen) Back home at the Grand Hyatt Singapore I’m lying on the couch, there’s a glass of red wine sitting on the table alongside and I’ve just finished dinner. The lamp is on, light spills across my notebook as the city skyline reminds me I’m not really at home at all, I’m 6570 kilometres away. There’s not a sound to be heard aside from my fingers moving across the keyboard. I don’t notice silence so much usually, until I don’t have it. Thoughts swim consta