My father is at the age when he seems to be either at the doctor’s or at the hospital for tests and I feel like I am running from one meeting to the next and taking him to his appointments in between. In reality it is not as bad as that, but still, a couple of hours in the studio to create a quiet space of my own out of scraps of paper is a welcome opportunity to still the rushing about of my mind. But I can’t help wondering how long he still has and wishing that he will have time to enjoy the new bungalow he and my mother are moving to in the next few weeks (provided all goes to plan).
