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29 years ago today, my world changed forever.
My Dad passed away.
I was 3.
He was 28.
For 29 years, my Mum has been my Mum, my Dad, and my best friend.
I never know how to feel today.
Dads ashes were scattered.
But he has no plaque.
I've been told that that is because he was a "free spirit".
People didn't want to "tie him down".
But, after recent events, I'm more inclined to believe that family humiliation is the real reason.
It just means that I have no where to go to "talk" to him.
Doesn't sound like a big deal.
But I need somewhere.
Somewhere where he is.
I feel stupid going to the crematorium and just wandering around.
I don't know him well enough to know if he had a "special place"
His family don't know him well enough either.
It's all so very, very sad.
My Mum and I are the only people I know of that think of Dad today.
But I really hope he has some old friends who will have a drink for him today as well.
If you get a spare second today, I'd really love it if you'd think of my Dad,
Maybe give your Dad, or even your Mum a call,
or even better, a huge hug!
You really should "be here" Dad. I miss you.