Trauma, taboo and Father's Day emails

What my Dad's death taught me about writing

My Dad died a few days after Father’s Day.

There were “World’s Best Dad” mugs in the supermarket during the days he was dying.

My inbox was stuffed full of emails about whiskey stones and golf clubs.

(Just one of the many reasons that men need gender equality too: so they can stop getting terrible gifts).

It was a weird time.

I lost track of how many times…