One Year

One year ago today the phone rang in the dark, early hours of the morning. It was my mother and sister, with the news that my step-father had surprisingly died the day before. To honour his passing this week, I’ve been literally working my ass off, as he always,...

Ashes to Ashes

Last week, the crematorium where Ulrich had been sent burned to the ground. Once we got over the shock, we said, Of course it did. That has Ulrich’s fingers all over it, my brother said. He wasn’t one to do anything ordinarily. He had a flair for the...