You always had to wait a long time when it was dad’s turn.

My father died three weeks ago. He’d been sick for a while, and it was a peaceful end, but still. Dad loved, really loved, boardgames. According to one list, which I’m pretty sure isn’t fully comprehensive, he had 1072 games. That’s enough games to play one per week for 21 years. What had been myContinueContinue reading “You always had to wait a long time when it was dad’s turn.”