3 years ago in the early hours of tomorrow morning I lost my lovely, wonderful amazingly brave dad
I still think about him most days and miss him so much.
We were so alike and I could tell what he was thinking.
He was a very young 73 and was taken by the evil cancer. It was quite sudden and we didn't expect him to go so soon.
I had an amazing childhood because of him, he was so much fun and was the life and soul of the party. He was so in love with my mum and didn't want to leave her, they were married for over 50 years.
He kept asking me on his death bed to look after her.
He had 6 grandchildren, all grown up but devoted to him and devastated to lose him.Theyve all gone on to do amazing things that he would be so proud of.
I think of all the things he missed and wonder what he would think of our new front door, or the new wallpaper, or our new puppy!
I can still remember the night he died as clear as anything, he was peaceful but clung on to life for hours, not wanting to go.
I dont know why I'm posting, just feeling sad tonight,
Night dad, love you xx