What they all must have been thinking, as that tiny single engined plane hit the dusty runway on the outskirts of our small country town?
It was a sunny September day; a slight chill in the air. Winter still lingering.
Dad along with our grandparents, my brother David, 12, my eldest sister Lisa 11 and the youngest of the group, Trish who was 6.
They were all huddled together waiting to catch a glimpse of my mum, who they hadn’t seen for over a week. While my older siblings had enjoyed the fish and chips with Dad for dinner and later than normal bedtimes…everyone silently agreed it was time for mum to come home.
I often wonder, how they must have felt when I came home from the hospital that day.Read more