It's Fathers Day and I know for a lot of people its a sad day coz they're missing their dad. Well my dad is still here and I miss him. The man I care for is not my dad, he is vague & confused and not the man whose little finger I would hold on to when we walked in the forest. One of my earliest memories of him is all of us waiting in the car to get on a ferry & cross a river in Devon (or somewhere - I was small) and the news filtering down the queue of cars that someone had had a heartattack. My dad went & brought him back after his heart had stopped then came back to the car cool as a cucumber LIKE SAVING A MAN'S LIFE WAS JUST SOMETHING THAT HAPPENED SOMETIMES. This man I care for struggles to tell the time. Ten past eight or twenty to two?
I miss my dad and this man who looks like him but is not him is an imposter.
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