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The story behind the script, Car Keys
In 1994, my Dad got ill. He contracted encephalitis – a virus – that got into his brain and caused a brain injury. My Dad changed.
He didn’t die, but in a way he did.
My Dad was great. He was a joker, a musician, a dad who took an interest. But like every dad he could be stressed, annoying, seriously embarrassing. He once ate a whole box of Cadbury’s mini rolls in one sitting. He once took my brothers and me out onto the school field to fly a kite, but hogged it the whole time. He used to bring us back packets of Revels and peanuts from ‘the offie’ on a Friday night. He was a whole person – with strengths, weaknesses, and stuff that made him ‘him’.
It’s 2018 now, and even though the doctors never thought he’d come out of a ‘permanent vegetative state’, he did. He made an incredible physical recovery, it’s just the mental side that’s lacking. He has no short-term memory. No emotional connection. No real interest outside of his daily routine of scheduling fag times. He’s alive, but, is he really living? He’s certainly not living the life he would have had none of this ever happened.
He’s my Dad, but not really.
Nearly 25 years later, nothing has changed and I’m still going on about it.
In a way, I’m stuck. He’s stuck… in this limbo of not being able to let go.
