MY PAPA

 

ANDY HEALD 

Communications, marketing & fund raising consultant

Lives in Scotland.

He writes:

On my 19th birthday, I rode my small motorbike 200 miles to visit my uncle. 

In 1995, satellite navigation was a science fiction dream.

Hence my father drew a simple route map of the key roads I needed to travel. He fixed it to the top of my fuel tank. 

Historically, he had always driven us. 

While he couldn't show me the route in person, he cared deeply that I would go the right way to arrive at my destination.

It brought to me memories of my Papa. He had always ensured that I was on the right path as long as he was on earth. His prayers and  guidance have made me. I miss him every moment.

Recently, when someone queried who was behind me for my limited success in creative writing, I had only a single response.

My Papa.