02 March 2012
I held his hand. I kissed his hand. I begged him not to leave me. I told him I needed him. But more importantly I told him I loved him.
He is my hero. He is the Guide and the Weight of My World. He is my everything. And I am his mini-me.
I held his hand. He took his final breath. Or at least we thought he did. He is stubborn. He is brave. He is courageous. He is the most amazing man that I will ever know. He is a fighter. He is my father. He is my daddy.
I miss him.
Rewind.....
03 February 2011
It was about 10pm when I got home. The house was empty but that wasn't anything out of the ordinary. Daddy goes to Tescos at all sorts of hours for bits and bobs.
"You might want to sit down," my step mum told me when she got in.
A Brain Tumour.
