” She’ll know that I was waving”
I was saddened that my kids never met Dave. They’d have liked him and he would have liked them. It was n’t to be. In a sort of flat spell after his death just a couple of weeks ago I spoke to my daughter in far away Los Angeles where she and family live ( I thought about calling it far fetched LA at first, which is close to the truth ) and she was comforting and interested in Dave and Mo. She’d heard about them but never met them. Dave and Mo lived in a flat above a butcher’s … Continue reading ” She’ll know that I was waving”
