the spirit of the Radish is saying hello

this time last year he made his last post.
a sad anniversary, but nice to remember his quirky ways.
he Durdled to perfection.

we're sitting outside looking out to sea, just as Radish used to do,
raising a glass of champagne to him and throwing a ball for Noah.

read:  Notes on Grief  by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie 
i found it good in parts, but overall a bit egotistical.
her father sounds wonderful.