my dad my rock
by mark t parsons
(gwent s/wales)
where do i start my dad was a true gentleman loved by many for his honest loving frank approach to life believed in saying what he felt front or please but with no malice he touched so many lives with his thought and compassion for others hard working and a loving dad to us for kids and a wife he loved so much it hurt even through his illness with cancer he was so positive in his attitude to life was astounding to many people he touched even in his last months before he died his thoughts was always with others he considered death as part of the course of life and had realised his time on this earth was short sadly he passed away on the 27th of july 2011 i was there when he died something that i will carry in my heart for ever didnt want to leave him alone at the hospital felt like i was abandoning him broke my heart to leave him after the funeral mum wanted his ashes home when i miss him i normally hug his casket im finding it hard to cope burst out crying when im alone im sure ive seen him after he died woke up after falling asleep down stairs then he was then he was gone as if to check to see if i was ok miss him so much cant think straight in work i blank every thing out to cope
recently im sure ive felt his presence got up for work for dayshift at 4 o clock and some thing strange happened tv flashed on on and of 4 times something its never done before then i felt a cool breeze go past me my be im going nuts love my dad wish i could hug him now
he said to me when im gone play dance with my father again by luther vandross just to remind me of him i do and im in bits never thought i could cry
people say that time is a healer but there talking a load of bollocks
miss my uncles my grandparents and now my dear old dad i know i will live in limbo for the rest of my life until i meet them again
hope
i havnt touched any raw nerves
yours sincerly
mary pars