Toula Drimonis: Dads and daughters — we learn as we go along

This Father’s Day will be the 11th I won't be celebrating with my dad, who died in 2013. Time has, of course, softened the pain of irreversible loss. The thought of his absence in this world no longer cuts through me like a sharp knife. But the dull ache of longing for what is no more never leaves me. I miss him. I suppose I always will. Read More