Around 2021 I started to write memories of my late father on Post-It notes.
I’d struggled with fading memories for a long time, and I think as a part of the never-ending mourning process and as a way to hold onto him, I started to document these memories. Some were of things we did together when I was very young. Some were more abstract; like the contents of his pockets that would be scattered on his bedside table sometimes. I started to build this picture of my Dad, made from memories, and then an idea for something more came from it. A sort of story.
So, I sat down one Sunday morning and started writing it with the aid of my Post-It notes. A few hours later, I had a very short story. It basically fell out of me. I’ve never written anything so quickly.
I showed to to a few members of my family and close friends, and pretty much unanimously, they all said I should try and get it published. That seemed like a bit of a leap, so I decided to print up a few copies and try and sell them for Charity. I did so, making around £300 for the NHS Charities.