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Text, email, write, ring, pop round for a cuppa…. by SJV
2015/08/03  |  By:   |  Features  |  

Today is the 13th anniversary of my dad’s death.  It’s not a day to be celebrated, but definitely a day to mark in some way, so I have.  With a bottle of gin, a packet of plain chocolate digestives and 20 fags.  I know he would have approved.

You didn’t know my dad, so you’ll just have to take my word for it when I tell you how awesome he was.  How funny and smart.  And kind and fair.  And clever and patient.  Of course, I’m not saying he was perfect, of course he wasn’t. But he was my perfect, and not a day goes by when I don’t miss him.  I miss his wisdom, his judgement, his encouragement, his terrible dad dancing and his jokes.  I miss his atrocious fashion sense and his never ending attempts to explain long division.  I miss having him on my side.  I miss his laugh and his general knowledge.  I miss hearing his voice.  I miss the security of knowing he’s there for everything, anything and nothing.  I miss his passion for jazz, literature and Hovis.

So listen.  I know you know this…. but seriously, drop someone you love a text or an email and tell them just how much. Write them a letter, ring them, pop round for a cuppa.  Hold their hand. Or give them a hug…

Because the thing I miss the absolute most about losing my dad, is telling him I love him. And hearing him say it back.

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