An Autumn To Do List

I just got a notification from my aunt, it’s thirty years ago today that her mother died. My nana.

I remember the day vividly, I was young and at the time I was at an evening rehearsal of a school production.

My mother’s close friend collected me and as I sat in her strange car, I had a terrible sense of foreboding when she wouldn’t answer my questions as to why she had come to collect me and not one of my parents.

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Then I got home to my mother, whom I’d never seen in so much pain.

What fol...