My father died when I was very young, so I have no real memories of him. Today, while dropping off my kids at my mum for a sleepover, I found a box full of them. My mum was clearing out the attic and had set aside a box with pictures of my dad when he was younger. I was shocked by the sharp sting of missed opportunities and absent memories that washed over me. When I got home, that feeling still lingering in the back of my mind, I turned on the TV and the first thing I saw were the opening credits of the Goonies. Sometimes the universe gets me and lends a helping hand.














