Father's Day

There was no going back into the inferno, not again; as sickeningly painful as it was even to contemplate I knew that the obstacle over which I had tripped had been my daughter’s lifeless body; so started the first day of our first family holiday; the last day of our old lives, Father’s Day 1990. Come with me on a hot July in 1990 and visit my son as he hangs by a thread. Pick your day, they are all the same; three months of Groundhog Day… follow us from the depths of despair to triumph.

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