Make the ordinary come alive

Fridays are my alopecia days.

I have instilled a discipline that on Fridays, my blog is always about hair, or lack of it.

However the last few weeks things have been on their head a little and today, I am chosing not to blog about alopecia.

Instead, I will post a few words about a man to whom today, we are saying our goodbyes.

He was a man who taught his son all of the things mentioned below and the one that stands out the most is the line about the touch of a hand. How this father, always took his sons hand and held on to it, during dinner, whilst watching TV or just so.  This touch always caught my breathe, in its tenderness and in its simplicity.  It will always stay with me, beautifully.

Enjoy the words...........