Happy Father’s Day, Dad
This is me and my Dad, at my graduation. 4 months later he’d died.
He was 57 and I was 22. I think the reason he looks so preoccupied in this picture, is because he was about to tell me he had terminal cancer.
“Proud of you Son, but I don’t think we’re going to make Christmas” or something like that I seem to remember.
Needless to say, we both got fairly drunk that day and tried to be positive for my Mum.
I’ve not really acknowledged this, but losing my Dad so young shaped who I am today, and for that I’m grateful.
I miss him dearly, and wish he’d been here to see me get married and have a decent career. I’d love to have seen his face when his three grandchildren were born. I’m kind of glad he wasn’t there for my stag do though.
However, he’s made me appreciate that life is short and very precious. I work hard(ish), but really do ensure family and a healthy balance come first.
Yes, we need to make money and be as successful as possible, but try not to neglect your family or loved ones. You don’t know how long you’ll have them for.
Time is the most precious gift we have, so please, use it wisely.
I’m posting this early, as tomorrow I’m taking the day off for my youngest’s sport’s day, rather than trying to make a few quid.
I know my Dad will be looking down on Harry as he competes in the egg & spoon race, and I hope he’s still proud of what’s happened with his own Son over the last 24 years.
Love you and miss you Dad xx
