Monday, 5 February 2018

February's Alphabet: D is for Dad

In December 2011, my dad was diagnosed with terminal melanoma cancer and passed away 6 months later when I was 19. Nearly 6 years on and I would be lying if I said that I'm no longer sad.

Life events that have taken place since his death have always been missing something, or someone. Buying our first home, getting THE promotion and not to mention how much he would have loved Gandalf. But the one thing that I'm most sad about is that my dad couldn't meet Liam.

Every girl needs her daddy and I still have mine, in my heart. I think about him every day and sometimes find myself talking to him and telling him about my day. I miss him always and love him dearly. He was one hell of a dad!