my dad ran a radio show, and once i was staying at my grandmas house and he gave me and my sister a shoutout and dedicated a song, it was really awesome.
i can’t remember how old i was when he got cancer. i just remember travelling around the country, trying all different things, just to help my dad stay alive. i was given work from school and in about 6 months i did like one page, (A student now, that affected me huh) and got a bollocking but i didn’t care. i once drew a before and after about my dad, he was laid in bed ill in the before. in the after it was me and him playing football. my mum almost cried and told me it just won’t be like that. 16th december 2003 he passed away, i got up at 6am and all my family was in the house it was really strange. i was told to go back upstairs and wait for my mum. she came up and told me and my sister. i cried my eyes out, my sister just said ‘do we have to cry?’ she made us all laugh, i know shes my sister and i’m supposed to hate her but i dont, i love her because simply shes my sister and i only have the one.
a few months ago we were clearing out the attic and found letters and papers from my dad. the letters were one each for me and my brother and sister. they said how much he loved us, and to look after each other and have a great life. knowing that even years after he died he wanted us to know that he loved us, was really emotional, i love it. the papers were at least 40 pages of things he had done to help with his cancer. reading them and knowing that even through his problems he wanted to help other through the same thing was really inspirational. i miss him.
i love my dad, make sure you love yours..+