Dear Dad

Good morning blog. This is a further adventure in my feelings. I found this on the notebook thing on my iPhone. I don't really remember writing it or even when I wrote it. The clever iPhone tells me it was on March 1st 2012

I think I know why I did. I wanted something for him, something from my heart, something that I could let my Dad see. I wanted to tell him the easiest thing you should be able to tell someone whom you love dearly, that I loved him.

How stupid it is that that isn't as easy as it sounds. 

He also always jokes whenever we talk about the past that it's always my mother my stories feature, 'you had a father too you know' he'll say. I suppose that's because I still have a father and stories are all I have left of my mum. Anyway this one is for him...


Dear Dad I love you
Dear Dad, you make me proud.
Dear Dad, these thoughts are written on my soul
But rarely said out loud.


Now I just have to let him see it :)

He went into the hospice on Tuesday, it was a bit sudden and a bit of a shock. But they are hoping to stabilise him and send him home still. He has been very low... in and out of sleep and with very little patience for almost anything when he is awake. I managed to leave it till then to pass this over to him. He put on his glasses, with a little help from me, and he spent a couple of minutes reading it... then he smiled.