Today would have been my Dad’s 65th birthday, but sadly he lost his battle with Cancer when he was just 50 years old.
My Dad was my hero and when I was a kid all I ever wanted was to be like him. There hasn’t been a day since he passed away that I haven’t thought about him.
I find it really hard to articulate my feelings about losing my Dad without bringing myself to tears, so today I will simply focus on the wonderful times we shared together…
I remember when I was a kid, one of the other children in our street came one evening and asked if we were coming out to play. When my mum said we were getting ready for bed he asked if George (my dad) could come and play instead. I think my Dad was loved by pretty much everyone who ever met him.
Please support my year without beer by donating to Cancer Research UK and help to fight the terrible disease that took my Dad from me. I would quite simply give everything I own if I could have just one more day with my Dad and give my kids the chance to meet him.
I love you Dad and will never stop missing you.