>> Wednesday, February 06, 2013
As my father got more ill his nose was mostly red and then purple. It didn't look at all strange or odd. It totally fitted his rugged face and was just part of who he was.
After he died I went to see him laid out. The undertakers had taken it upon themselves to make his nose look normal coloured. They had done a grand job, it didn't look at all made up, you would never have known except it just wasn't dad. I looked and looked and just wanted to rub it off. I didn't of course, but I can still remember how odd it looked as clear as anything all these years later.
Funny old thing, noses. My first thought was my fathers scarred and coloured nose and yet to me it was just perfect the way it was. My second thought was of my own scar that it much bigger on the inside of me than it ever is on the outside and I wish it gone.
The final thought is with Black Adder's Queenie:
Q: Just tell me one thing. Is her nose as pretty as mine?