Grief

Grief always hits you when you least expect it, the tears stream down your face without warning. I really miss Dad’s company on the train home from work. I miss seeing him dashing down the stairs at Central to make it in to the seat I always saved him. I miss us laughing together at the poor Moorfields commuters trying to squeeze on the train. I miss hearing the office gossip and him telling me about places on the journey back. I miss banging on the train window to get his attention on the days when he just missed me and the train zooms past. I miss him so much x