‘Had Dad visited us to let us know he had to leave?’ Hounds of love
Lorna Ridgway, 50, Milton Keynes
It was April 1991 and I'd gone to visit my parents for the weekend. The year before, I'd moved from Berkhamsted to Stockport, but called every day and visited often.
I had a lovely time, but hadn’t seen much of my dad, Keith, then 52, as he was working. The weekend soon ended. ‘Love you, Dad,’ I said, hugging him and burying my face in his shoulder, as we all said our goodbyes.
Little did I know that would be the last time I’d see him alive… In the early hours of the next morning my dog, Billy, started howling.
Weird. It was really out of character. And there seemed…
