I miss the way he used to make me feel like everything was fine, when it really wasn't, I miss the fact that our personalities just fit together so easily we didn't have to worry about differences or offending each other.
I miss the way he used to tell me how glad he was to be my dad, and the way he was so interested in my life, the way he wanted to know about every part of me that he missed while I was younger.
I miss the fact that even though I didn't get into contact with him until 15 years old, we talked and laughed like we'd been the perfect family.
I miss your absolutely cheesy smile when you laughed at your own jokes, and thought you were funny, and miss the way you always understood my strange sense of humor.
I miss the way you used to spray too much lynx and nearly choke me to death in the morning haha.
I even miss it when you were cross at me.
I know this may seem like a random and bit pointless post, but I want to get these feelings out and off my chest, before I explode.
I miss you Marc, my father, my daddy.
I am so, so proud to be able to say that you were my dad, sure, we weren't the perfect family, and we missed out on each other's lives for 15 years, but you made the past 3 years of my life amazing.
I aren't going to deny that whenever I think of you, I see you in your last moments, and it does upset me, but I also think of the amazing times we had, and that smile on your face.
I can be spiteful and blame the doctors, or God, or whatever is out there for taking you away from me, our family, but I just wish you are happy, and that you are proud of me, and proud that even though I have made massive mistakes with my life, that I've learnt from them.
I love you, with every inch of my heart, and looking down seeing your name on my skin every day for the rest of my life, is an honour.
R.I.P Marc, my beloved father, and bestfriend.<3
I miss the way he used to tell me how glad he was to be my dad, and the way he was so interested in my life, the way he wanted to know about every part of me that he missed while I was younger.
I miss the fact that even though I didn't get into contact with him until 15 years old, we talked and laughed like we'd been the perfect family.
I miss your absolutely cheesy smile when you laughed at your own jokes, and thought you were funny, and miss the way you always understood my strange sense of humor.
I miss the way you used to spray too much lynx and nearly choke me to death in the morning haha.
I even miss it when you were cross at me.
I know this may seem like a random and bit pointless post, but I want to get these feelings out and off my chest, before I explode.
I miss you Marc, my father, my daddy.
I am so, so proud to be able to say that you were my dad, sure, we weren't the perfect family, and we missed out on each other's lives for 15 years, but you made the past 3 years of my life amazing.
I aren't going to deny that whenever I think of you, I see you in your last moments, and it does upset me, but I also think of the amazing times we had, and that smile on your face.
I can be spiteful and blame the doctors, or God, or whatever is out there for taking you away from me, our family, but I just wish you are happy, and that you are proud of me, and proud that even though I have made massive mistakes with my life, that I've learnt from them.
I love you, with every inch of my heart, and looking down seeing your name on my skin every day for the rest of my life, is an honour.
R.I.P Marc, my beloved father, and bestfriend.<3
