Happy birthday Dad.. I wish you were here so I could make you a cake. You liked cake. A lot. Fruit cake especially. I didn't. I still don't. Chocolate cake all the way for me. I miss you Dad. I did have all these wonderful super plans of making today what I made for you the last time you came to my house, the last proper meal you ever ate (which surprised everyone!) but I can't. I just can't. Not today. Maybe I shall just throw crap in the oven tonight. I just need to get through today without hearing your voice - I can still hear you if I listen hard, but it's not the same as hearing your cheekiness on the phone or having one of your mighty bear hugs. Miss you more and more each day and they say it's meant to get easier. It isn't. It's so fucking hard. Probably a good job that I need to do some stuff today to get B's costume sorted for Victorian Day tomorrow and have lots of other things to do to, and make sure I get to the leisure centre on time to watch H swimming. Still wish you were here....
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This was hard to read, but I'm sure it was a billion times harder to write. Such an awesome man is bound to leave a huge hole in the world, and I only hope that your pain will ease with time. I'm sorry I didn't post this a couple of days earlier.
Thanks.. He is missed.
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