Wednesday March 20th

I've just come across my dad's bandana, my first instinct was to smell it and it smells just like dad did.

I've broke my heart, I've been doing so well and it all just hit me all over again that my best friend, my father is dead.

3 and a half years on and I still can't deal with the death of my father.

I miss him so much it hurts, he was my best friend. 

He was only 55 years old.

I can't help but think of how I wanted to grow old with him, if he could see my children he would of been so proud.

I miss everything about him.

Tonight I go to sleep with tears in my eyes and an empty heart...