conversations with my mother and arguments with my father

"My father had been living with cancer for a while. He'd been in palliative care since August. In my mind, it was the worry of looking after him that saw off my ma. When she passed, her homecooked meals went with her. There was a stack of them in the chest freezer, labelled with cooking instructions. I remember serving my dad the last one, a lasagne, telling him 'a'ght, enjoy it because this is…