I get this feeling at times that dad is looking out for us … but then I also feel he’s somewhere out there starting his life again.
He loved cars but his visual impairments meant he couldn’t drive. He learned Braille and he worked despite the drs saying he didn’t have to and could claim.
He wanted a promotion but it was hard.
I feel if he’s starting his life out there again somewhere he gets all of what he wanted out of life and all the good stuff.