It hasn’t changed. I quietly weep.
If I waited for another five minutes, I swear dad would come through that glass paned door.
In standard heavy work boot clad feet, deep blue denim shirt, with his darkly tanned and leathered skin and bright dazzling smile. He’d push his way out, full of enthusiasm for the day.
With Bluey, his faithful Beagle leading the way.
What a team. Full of love. Inseparable. Friends for life.
Daddy died in a site accident, timber crushing his strong body.
Bluey dug desperately, for hours.
Then pined away; succumbing to heartbreak. (98 words)