A fallen leaf...

I took this photo the last time I spoke to Dad in October 2021. He was ill but we had a lovely hour or so. He talked of his time and pride of his career as a prison officer at Mountjoy in Dublin and then he hummed Raglan Road. I can't speak to him anymore and that's a very obvious fact about death but it never fails to frustrate me. Regardless of whom I've lost or however long ago grief get's you like that. I love the peace in this picture, when I stood just outside his door to take it, that's all there was. Just peace.