Published: March 27, 2019
As I flew home, I dreamed I was taking a photograph. In the corner of the frame I saw dad, smiling. It was the time of his passing
In the last two-way conversation we had, I said to my father: “Mum says you wanted to tell me something, dad?” He paused. I stood holding the phone in a Manhattan hotel. My hair was wet. It was 8am in New York City and 10 pm in Melbourne.
“Not now. If and when it’s necessary, Annie. If and when it’s necessary,” he said.
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