Back at the keyboard, happy new year

Mum called this morning to say Dad was taken to hospital last night.

Her words were calm and measured. She sounded more deliberate and composed than in a long while; more the voice I knew growing up; the one in charge.

I thought, God, no, this is it.

But no, he was okay, he was coming home, his 98 year old heart slowing down but still going.

Of course, yo…