Beyond the veil

I don’t know how to write today.

The post-its issued to disabled people in the 90’s to let train drivers know when to stop.

I needed my own reminder.

I considered skipping it altogether until an email from dads OT came through:

“…just recently Greg was the cause for change at Austin Health after he attended the Austin radiography department and they refused to transfer him using his own sling and they wanted to use the Austin’s sling which was different to Gregs.   

Greg formally complained (as he should have) and due to this, a hospital committee was formed (which I was a member of) and we have been working for the past 12 months to change the process at the Austin to allow patients to use their own sling if needed and make sure both staff and patient are safe.”

It was important for me to hear this today.

It reaffirmed what I’m doing whenever I’m feeling too sad – making sure the fight is documented, making sure Greg is somewhere. That my father is somewhere.

Because he’s certainly not where he was living. so maybe it’s in what he left.

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