We were not a happy family when I was born on a cold, damp day in February 1923.

Chapter 3 Harry Leslie Smith's journey into the shadow lands.

Four years ago, on Nov 22nd, my dad was in an ICU and despite my hopes- and his; he never left it alive. On that day, however, I still believed he could live, despite his many ailments or the fact that living for almost a century had exhausted him physically.

He was resolved to live and pissed off that death once again did battle with him. When he grab…