Busted, Disgusted & NOT To Be Trusted…Thanks, Tony

I did not see my Dad for many years after my Mum’s funeral. Until my brother got married.

After that I saw and talked to him several times.

The last time – – –

I talked to his dead body. Told him just how much I loved him. And kissed his cold forehead.

My wreath had only two words on it.


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