I should have posted this before the body falling one
When I was five, it was the height of summer, and because it was still light out at 8pm, I refused to believe it was bedtime.

My mum was telling me to go to bed, but I was a daddy's girl. So out I run into the garden where my dad was watering the grass.

As I ran up the garden, my dad was laid on the grass, hosepipe was still on. So I told him. He didn't respond, except to stick his tongue out, so I start kicking him, telling him to stop messing around and that mammy's telling me to go to bed.

Because he's still messing around, I ran back into the house to grass him up to my mum. My mum went out the back, told me to get back in the house (to which I promptly answered the door to my mate and started playing out the front).

Minutes later, an ambulance is outside, running into the house, and I'm being taken next door but one to spend the night. I was telling them how my daddy was in hospingtal and how he now knows what I felt like (I had a lot of operations).

The next day I was informed that my dad had a pulmonary embolism (caused by lung cancer), fell over, and died before he had hit the ground.

I haven't been quite right since.
( Methylene Blue - electrohead, Fri 29 Feb 2008, 15:49, Reply)