63

When my father was the age that I am now, 63, he had a throat cancer removed that led to him being in pretty much permanent discomfort for the rest of his life - 8 years. At the same time my mother became his carer (although no one ever called her that). It is strange for me to think of all this, and hard to take it all in.

This is him with Rosemary and I  at Grimsargh (near Preston).