Hi Dad,
I really don’t want to be writing this in truth. I want to be texting you about how crap Chelsea were yesterday, or see if you wanted to come up for your Sunday dinner this week, but I guess I can’t do that anymore.
4 weeks has passed since you left us, and I’m still in denial about all of it, I have moments where I forget that it has happened and I think “I’ll just ring my dad” then as quickly as I forget, I remember that I can’t.
Everyday things have become really hard to do, ordinary actions remind me of you, I look out onto the garden and remember when you came up in summer and we had a laugh trying to head the football to each other, then I realise that will never happen again. I watch the football and reach for my phone at half time expecting you to call like you always did, but then realise that will never happen again.
I want you to know Dad, that I am always really proud of you, and I am always proud to say ‘that’s my Dad’. You always had my back, you always knew what to say to make me feel better or make a crap situation a good one.
I love you Dad. I’ll always love you. I’ll always miss you. I’ll never forget you.
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