Dear dad, 9 weeks haves passed and I’m missing you so much. Your missed so much by everyone. As the weathers getting brighter I’m dreading it. I don’t know how I’m going to cope in the spring and summer. You would pop round and sit in the garden with us. Or just pop round and sit and chat for ages. Mum used to get worried as you said you were only popping out to deliver something to us and wouldn’t be long. The phone would ring and you knew straight away that it would be mum, checking you were still here. You were a terror for not letting mum know you were staying for a while. And I had no clue you hadn’t told mum. It’s the little things that’s the hardest to cope with. The thoughts and memories. Which we are all grateful for. I love you. 💙💔💙💔💙💔💙💔💙💔💙