05 May 74
J.
I know you haven’t had a chance to reply yet, but thought I’d apologise for my behaviour. I’ll try not to be jealous anymore.
I visited my father today. He didn’t look too well. He’s lost a tonne of weight and he’s breathing through tubes. He looks about a hundred and twenty. I felt really sorry for him. He was always such a man. You know, the head of the house, the one all the kids were afraid of, and lying there in that hospital bed, hooked up to machines, he looked so frail and even a bit frightened. My mother couldn’t stop crying. She sat beside him, holding his hand and dabbing at her eyes with her hanky. She didn’t say much. She let Dad and I get on with our visit.
I’ve always felt a lot of resentment towards him. Resentment for not being there much for us kids or fo
