After my mum's death me and my dad had a funny confrontational, love hate relationship, he was jealous of the love my mum had for me and I now totally understand, he thought I knew more than I did.
Our relationships was quite funny, if I was on my arse he would help but the second you turned it around he started being funny, in hindsight his way, he was a character and I carry him with me wherever I go or do wether it be doing a deal opening the door for somebody or just helping someone because you can, he was a true gentleman.
When I realised he was in trouble he was in St Thomas and had been trying to get messages to me all day, I knew where to find him, I walked into the cubicle and he just started crying and telling me how much he really loved me but for whatever reason, maybe because I have an answer for everything, was unable to tell me but I needed to know, we both broke down, I didn't leave his side from that moment on.
I as good as moved into the hospitals and finally St Christopher's Hospice with my dad over the nine months until the morning he passed.
Fear is the only thing that stops you in that situation, very hard to deal with as a teenager, either way it will stay with you for the rest of your life.
Fear is the only thing that stops you in that situation, very hard to deal with as a teenager, either way it will stay with you for the rest of your life.
Why because as I said you never get that time back and it is no different to the love they showed you as a baby.
In that time we more than made up for the time we lost, too similar in reality,something I will have to keep an eye on with my own son.
I was 36/37 at the time not a teenager like when my mum passed.
I was 36/37 at the time not a teenager like when my mum passed.
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