Sunday 10th August 2014

A diary entry on life, death, religion, and wondering what my Dad would think of adult me

I deal with death quite well.

I’m not religious. People have one life; once you’re gone, you’re gone. Dust and bones.

But on days like today, when I do something I’m proud of or overcome a hurdle, I wish I could believe that my Dad is watching.

Posted by Rowan Manning.