Life is Tough for the Working Man
My grandfather worked at Heathrow and was called into work the day that his mother emigrated to Australia (she was then 73, I think). We’d planned a big send-off – all the family were at the gate – and he had to rush over at the last minute, say goodbye, and rush off again. Harsh. I was too little to realise quite how awful that was for him, but I remember him being very sad for months.
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