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When my father was diagnosed with terminal cancer he was told by his doctor that he had "weeks rather than months" to live. If I wasn't already aware of it, the clock had - at that moment - truly started. It was to stop just one week later when my father died - and it's those seven days which form the basis of this true account. Divided into seven days, this is a story that faces up to the thoughts and fears that we all have - of growing older, of losing a parent, of saying what we really think, and of learning to live again. So, if you're having a mid-life crisis... Reviews from the earlier...

We forget to remember. The details, just the little details, and eventually we forget the outline of a person we never quite managed to fill in all the way, leaving scattered bits and pieces of pigment and color across a canvas that was never finished. And. We forget how to answer. We often don't know what to say when the right question comes along, and that right moment passes us by, and we find ourselves a little farther apart instead of a little closer together. So we are left with words caught between our teeth or in the grey folds behind our eyes and we are left alone with our "What...