by kimberly allen
How commonly, and understandably, we lament for “one more day” when we’ve lost someone we love. I’ve often longed for such a day with my granny, or with my sister who we lost too young. In the last year, I’ve longed most for that day with my dad. If impossible wishes were granted, this would be mine: one more ordinary day when my three young children were home.
My mum said it once, I remember: “The happiest days of
