My lovely dad finally died from the awful disease, cancer, that had been ravaging his once strong 6ft plus frame for almost two years.
He died in his own bed with most of his family around him.
His wife holding his shoulders at the head of the bed, his mother holding his hand and me, aged just 19, holding his other hand.
4 of his sisters knelt around the bed praying for him.
I heard his last breathe and felt him go and my world changed forever.
I miss you always dad, especially today