I thought Dad’s prize possessions were gone
Holly Willis, 43, Wooli, NSW.
Sitting beside my dad Gerry’s nursing home bed, my eyes welled with tears as he picked up his guitar.
It was March 2018, and, aged 77, Dad was suffering with dementia, so I knew he wouldn’t be able to play it.
To my surprise, he began to strum Johnny Cash’s Highwayman perfectly. “Great choice,” I beamed at him.
Dad had been a musician his whole life, saving up to buy his first guitar when he was 17.
In his early 20s, he’d played in pubs and clubs all over Sydney, both as a soloist and in bands.
Even after he married my mum, Christine, and they moved to Dad’s hometown of Yerong Creek, NSW, and had me and…
