The piece; More Days Behind Me Than In Front [for my father], was supposed to be from my father’s point of view. He was a relatively active man; my father was an activist and ran a charity, now he’s on his back all day. I was (badly) trying to speak for him and let the people around him know that he’s okay and ready for the next step in this journey. It was not about me getting ready to kill myself, as some may have rightfully believed. I’m truly sorry for that mistake and I’ll try and be a better conyer of my thoughts. If, that’s what you were thinking.
Meet my father: