Farewell to Kintillo
My heart is sore (" sair " as grand- da would say) I can hardly bear the sadness I feel. I left dad's house for the last time on Saturday March 3rd 2012. 45 years and two months after we moved in. And almost exactly 2 years since mum fell down the stairs and the decline started. I travelled to Glasgow on Friday 2 nd . Jackie met me at Glasgow Central,we went to pick up some wine for S&H then she drove us to Bill and Irene's house. Irene made us tea then Bill came in. We chatted for a while then we all went into the garden and we saw the fence Bill had put up ( for dad) it looks great the new people are very fortunate,he has even put a gate in the fence like the one on the fence at his side of the garden,so that the window cleaner does not have to jump over it. Then he discreetly opened the back door and left us to it.I started to cry as soon I went into the hall.It is so empty, no coats no hall table no pictures. In the lounge Dad's chair is gone.Jackie and...