Newly redesigned Moorish Girl has a link to this short story “Long Ago Yesterday” by Hanif Kureshi in the New Yorker

bq. One evening just after my fiftieth birthday, I pushed against the door of a pub not far from my childhood home. My father, on the way back from his office in London, was inside, standing at the bar. He didn’t recognize me, but I was delighted, almost ecstatic, to see the old man again, particularly as he’d been dead for ten years, and my mother for five.