It was three years to the day since I lost my dad Billy, and by coincidence, I found myself back in my hometown of Euroa. It was his home for the last 27 years of his life, the last twelve he spent alone.
I was there after being asked to travel up to that part of the world to speak to someone about a job that was in the offering. At the time, I was worki…
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