What my dad did was this, right? He worked as a consultant in Manchester

War Infirmary and he would come home from work at about 5.30 or 6 p.m. in the evening.

And then he'd go in the kitchen, my mom would give him dinner.

Then he'd go upstairs, he would shave, he'd come downstairs and a car would pick him up

at 7 p.m.

He'd go out in that car all night he would be doing GP house calls

maybe 50 55 house calls during the night all around Manchester he'd arrive back at home at 7 a.m.

He'd again he'd come in, have breakfast, go upstairs and shave,

then drive 40 minutes into Manchester and do his day job.

So he did this for 30 years, so my dad only slept for three nights a week for 30 years. Four nights

he was out working in a car. This is why there is no doubt in my mind light this is why at the age of 57-58 my dad got sick.

Chronic sleep deprivation, chronic stress leads to him getting the autoimmune disease lupus. Dad's work killed him, right? I know that and

that then influenced my mom's life, my adult life, my brother's adult life, and I don't

however only resentment against my dad. I love my dad's, right? I'm glad I cared for him so

much, especially now that he's not here. I know there's nothing more I could have done. I got to spend so

much time with him in his final years and I cherish that because he's not here

anymore but the point is that my dad, he made the mistake, I think, and he had reasons for this,

right? I don't know what it's like to leave my friends and my family, move halfway across the world to a different country with a different

culture and a different language and start a new life.

I don't know what that feels like, right?

But on the outside, things look great. Dad's a consultant.

We go on a nice holiday every summer.

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