One year ago Facebook told me my Dad died
On July 4 last year, my Dad died. At the time I was in Spain, on the final day of walking 1000k on Camino de Santiago. Dad was in hospital, and I knew he was struggling, but he was my father, and looking back I thought he was invincible and would still be here when I arrived home.
This week, I’ve been thinking back to that day. I remember it well. I had walked 40k, a bit further than usual, but I was anxious to get to Finisterre, or Land’s End as it’s known. I had got into the habit of checking my emails wherever a bar appeared with WiFi, but that day walking was very remote, with no opportunities for internet connection.
On arriving at Finisterre, I stopped for a much needed coffee and of course checked my phone. Facebook opened up immediately and there on my news feed was a post announcing that my Dad had died. It was such a shock to get that news on Facebook. Of course on checking emails and calls, I found many missed calls and emails asking me to pkease contact the family.
I will never, ever forget the shock of getting that news on Facebook.
I posted recently about my Dad here
Below are some of my favourite photos of him.