Dear dad, it’s been 40 weeks since we lost you. I still can’t believe you are no longer here. It’s so strange. I just think your here with us still. I stare at photos of you around the house and stay staring at them for ages. Talking to them sometimes. I’m not going mad, don’t worry! I know I can’t accept you are no longer here, so that’s probably why I can’t believe it. I know I don’t want too. I hate not seeing you and having a chat. Even if it was just a little chat sometimes when you were poorly. I know you are out of pain now but every time I pass the hospital or go near it I just wish I was going there to visit you. I always get upset going in that direction, as I always think of visiting you there and I will never forget the day we got the awful call on 6th Jan. I got lost as there was Tempory lights. I did a side turn and couldn’t get back on track. It was such a stressful journey. But we still got to visit you. Now all we have are memories, photos and videos. It’s not enough. It’s not fair. You are always thought about. Everyone speaks about you. You were one in a million. I love you dad. I miss you so much. Love Lesley 💔💙💔💙💔💙💔💙💔💙💔💙💔xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx