On Sunday the 27th March 2016, just after 3pm my Dad sadly passed away. As I have mentioned before, he was fighting a brain tumour. He fought well, but it was time for him to go.
Over the last few months I have slowly seen him deteriorate and become a shadow of the man he was. The tumour took away his memories and finally his personality. It has been very hard to lose him in this way.
My Dad and I have always been close, we spoke pretty much everyday and saw each other as much as we could. I knew he was only ever a phone call away if I needed him. Not been able to hear his voice again is breaking my heart.
He had a grumpy exterior, but he was a big loving softie. He doted on me and my sisters and his grandchildren, and the rest of his family. There was a lot of love in his heart.
His other great love was watching football in the sports club with his friends. Shouting at the tv when his team wasn’t winning, but most of all having a laugh.
I hate the fact that there are so many things he will miss, seeing my kids grow up, get married, have kids themselves. I wish my kids could have known him longer.
Goodbye Dad, you will always be in my heart and not far from my thoughts. I love you, sleep peacefully my angel.
Take care everyone.