As per routine, I stopped after surgery to note my patient’s case number, and what I saw left me … dumbstruck to say the least. Numbers I could never see without catching my breath, and yet there they were, clear as day.
What did mean? Nothing really. Or at least nothing that I have been made aware of.
All I know is that it will never be far from my thoughts.
As are my memories of Dad.
As is the void that still gapes.