I'm laying in bed trying not to forget tomorrow. Three years ago my dad died of a brain tumour. He would of been 60 tomorrow.
Although i love this time of year, i also hate it. I moved house on the 23rd of December and dad died on the 24th. I remember the phonecall from my sister in law at 3pm to say he had passed away. He only survived 10 months from diagnosis. He could of had a good 3 months if he didn't have the treatment. But he didn't and was gone months before he died.
This time of year brings back sad memories of his illness. We didn't have a great relationship. My parents divorced when i was a baby and remarried. I call my stepdad dad because he is. When dad was ill in hospital he refused to see me, because he had issues with my mum.
It was extremely hard but one thing he told me before he died was that he loved me and was proud of me.That's what i was waiting to hear for 27 years.
So i will raise my glass to you dad and wish you a very happy 60th birthday x
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