My Dad - he was my friend, confidant, picker-uper and general all round hero. I never had a bad day with him and he was wonderful. He died of a coronary thrombosis at the age of 47, I was 17 about to turn 18 and about to sit my final exams in school, my brother was 12 and had just made his confirmatio and my other brother was 9 and his birthday was 2 days before my dad died. He was such a wonderful caring kind man and looked after us all. My mom like her mother was and still is young widow and refused to meet or even try to meet a man again as my father she said was too much of a wonderful person to try and meet someone again she would always be comparing and felt that it would not be fair to that person.


If I could have him back I would tell him what he had missed out on with me and just have a general chit chat with him like we used to do and maybe sit and watch some t.v. curled up on the couch beside him like we used to do.