My dad would have been 74 today.
He was a very young spirited man, never looked his age and was always fun to be with. He had a great sense of humour and could be serious when he needed to be. We had many hours together, he taught me how to play the clarinet, he would have little chats with me if I was feeling low, he would turn up to see me when I least expected it. He was always there for me when I needed him.
I miss all that, I miss his hugs, his smell, his smile, his laughter and this time of year, I miss the mince pies he made at Christmas.
Asbestos is so very cruel, it took his breath by giving him pleural plaques, although the managements would say that pleural plaque isn't life threatening. Maybe it isn't but it changed his life. It affected my dad with his walking. He was still very independent. I wish he was here today, I have so much I want to tell him, so much I want him to see. All that I fight for is for him. I am trying to right this wrong, no one deserves this. I am happy with my life, I would be even happier if my dad was in it x x x