Post Paternal

Saying farewell to a father from a "no fuss" generation

My younger brother and me, early 1970s, snapped by my dad, who was ship photographer on HMS Vanguard in the 1950s

My dad died earlier this year.

He was 96 and had been on end-of-life care at his home for several months, so it was hardly unexpected. And yet it is still something of a shock to discover, as I did in person, that your father isn’t immortal. And thus, neither are you.