Today marks the 14th anniversary of the worst day of my life, the day my Dad lost his battle with Cancer.
I read something recently that said a father is son’s first hero and a daughter’s first love. I don’t know if this is true for everyone, but it definitely is for me. Growing up my Dad truly was my hero and was all I ever wanted to be.
There hasn’t been a day in the last 14 years I haven’t thought about him.
This is going to have to be a short post, because trying to articulate my feelings right now is bringing me to tears.
Please support my year without beer by donating to Cancer Research UK and help to fight this terrible disease. I would quite simply give everything I own if I could have just one more day with my Dad.
I love you Dad and will never stop missing you.