In July 2013, I went swimming with my 3 sons. I was a screenwriter on my day off. The sons went in the river - and I had a stroke. I was 49. Three months’ rehab taught me to talk and walk again (sort of). But it was only when I went back home that I realised life would be very different. To add insult to (brain) injury, I found I couldn’t write. But now, 6 years later, I can. Differently... This is a reminiscence of my life, my loves, my career, my passion for music and film, my depression - and my stroke.
It's an interesting experience and a privilege reading your Dad's autobiography, and it's taken me a quarter of my life to get to it since publication, but I am so glad you wrote it. Thank you Dad for writing so honestly and so frankly and with such wit. Your writing and determination and sincerity inspires me and I am so proud of you. I hope I can repay you for this and everything in even the smallest way.
This was fascinating, revealing and raw. John paints a vivid picture of his life and interests before the stroke, much of it told with sarcasm, humour and human insight. Interspersed are sections which delve into the reality and depression of losing so much of what we take for granted. Sobering, authentic and very readable.