The two most important men in my life, were my Grandad and my Dad. Both of them having equal credit in raising me, nurturing me, and loving me.
My Grandad was my best friend, and my secret keeper. He knew things nobody else knew, and he took those secrets with him when he died. He was everything. He was the only happy memory from my chidlhood.
My Dad, was the one who picked up the baton when I was 12, and took a confused, hurt, desperately damaged and traumatised kid, and put her slowly but surely back on the path to a better life, filled with love and an understanding of what a real Dad was all about.
This is my 4th Father's Day without him, and it never gets easier. I miss him telling me off for spending money on him, even if I only spent a fiver. "A card and your love will do me kid" he'd say, and he meant it. Not that I ever did as he asked.
I've missed my Dad this past 6 months whilst I've been ill, and as I've had to cope with the more difficult days . He was the one I could talk to about anything, and we'd put the world to rights often, knowing things were unlikely to change, but to have a good moan about it made us feel better. But he was also just the best Dad in the world, and I will never forget all he did for me, taking me on as his own, and never once treating me differently because I wasn't his blood.
As I've said before. "Any bloke can be a father, but it takes a special kind of man to be a Dad." I knew that special kind of man, and I miss him every day.
Happy Fathers Day to you both. You pair of legends. You made me who I am (despite the recent problems) and I will love you both forever xxxxx
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