Tuesday 13th November...

That was the date last year (except it was a Monday) when my life took a drastic nosedive, for that was the day I came home after work to find the house in darkness and my Dad nowhere to be seen.

After major panic and investigation, I discovered that he'd fallen, and been taken to hospital with a broken hip and shoulder. The next day, I found myself in Aberdeen for only the 3rd time in my life (not including when I was born there... and the other 2 times were for a total of about a week and a couple of days... and I'd never been there alone), and there I had to stay for almost a month as Dad was in hospital. Sometimes I feared that I'd be coming back alone as he was very weak and confused, but he did make it back to Orkney... but I think I knew even then that he would never be home again.

My wonderful Dad managed to hang on til May, but sadly he passed away just shy of his 90th birthday.

So the 13th November 2006 was the start of the worst year of my life, and I can only hope that now the year is over, things will start to get better... or maybe May's the anniversary I need to hang on for...

I miss you, Dad... I hide it, but I miss you...