In January 2020, my died at the ripe age of 93. In this two-part blog, I write about my vivid memories of helping him build the above garage in the 1960s. My dad built his brick-built garage, one small piece at a time…with a little help from his son…
Read MoreI recently lost my Dad, Derreck Parkes. At 93, he was worn out and faded away peacefully on 28 January this year. Since it was clear his life was drawing to a close towards the end of last year, I prepared for his loss, at least to some extent. Losing my Dad has caused me to reflect on his qualities a human being, and his impact on my sister and me as a father.
Read MoreI took hold of a notebook and started to scribble. I enjoyed writing about what I did and how I felt, but after a couple of months, the journaling began to get displaced by my recovery. Find out how Russ discovered more about himself.
Read MoreSometimes I encounter a situation that I do not know how to resolve. It may be something quite trivial, or it could be a knotty problem.
At the beginning of 2020, like every year for the last twenty years, I write my goals for the next twelve months. Since retirement, this discipline is even more important to me because I have entered a new chapter of life.