Thoughts on my Dad and death, 5 years on

Owen Jones
6 min readJan 13, 2023

My dad died 5 years ago today, and so I thought I’d write down a jumbled mess of thoughts, because I’ve personally found it really helpful to hear other people’s experiences (so, please, do dive in).

We don’t have a healthy vocabulary when it comes to death: we often don’t even know what to say when it happens, which is why sometimes we quite literally resort to the phrase “I don’t know what to say”, or fall back on sentences involving “sorry”. Losing a parent is a very particular type of bereavement, not least because as children we see them as immortal deities. That itself deserves an important caveat: I have at least two friends who lost both their parents in their childhood, an experience I can’t even imagine — losing a parent as an adult is sad, but nothing compared to that level of tragedy.

The most surreal side of it, for me, is how someone you never stop regarding as a main character in your life recedes ever further into the past. For some reason, I sometimes visualise this as though I’m a passenger on a bus on a lonely country road at night, looking back at my dad by the side of it, hurtling into the distance as the bus speeds away.

Half a decade is a long time, and yet his presence still seems so vivid in lots of ways. I’m not sure how common it is, but it’s often specific mannerisms I remember: how he’d pace…

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Owen Jones
Owen Jones

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Author of 'The Establishment' and 'Chavs', Socialist, Guardian columnist. Losing my Northern accent. My views etc... https://www.youtube.com/c/OwenJonesTalks

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