When Dad didn't know how to say goodbye

I'll never know why he put down the phone and cried the night we last spoke. He probably knew his time was up, but didn't know how to bid me farewell

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There are certain things you know to be true even though you may not be able to prove it.

More than 30 years ago, in the wee hours of a March morning at a bed and breakfast in Fortitude Valley, Brisbane, I was awakened by the shrill ringing of the telephone next to my bed.

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A version of this article appeared in the print edition of The Sunday Times on June 21, 2020, with the headline When Dad didn't know how to say goodbye. Subscribe