Father's Funeral

My Father’s Funeral

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Father's Funeral

My brother Stuart called to tell me of our father’s death. My father had been living in Thurso, Caithness, in the north of Scotland, with our mother and our younger brother, Gavin. The decision was made: Stuart, his wife Cath, and I would drive in Stuart’s Ford Cortina from London to Thurso—a journey of several hundred miles for my father’s funeral.

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