Sitting With My Dying Dad

He helped me come into the world — I’m helping him to leave

Authors photo August 29th, 2020

I sit beside his bed, watching, waiting.

I’m his firstborn, only daughter. Our bond, unshakeable, immense, complex. “No-one loves me as much as you, Dad”. “Yes…that's true”.

He says I was difficult at times. I would stand up and shake the bars of my cot until I received…