I’m going to miss you so much dad

My dad died in the early hours of Friday morning. He was 72 and the cancer which he had been so bravely fighting for eight years finally got him. Some of you here might have known him as Michael, but to me he was my dad - and he was the best dad ever. Without doubt the kindest man you could ever hope to know, my folks were married for over fifty years, my dad was an awesome dad to us three boys, and in his later years he became a truly remarkable and incredibly loved grandfather to numerous grandchildren. My two girls are utterly heartbroken that grandpa/gramps is no longer around.

Nobody should ever have to suffer the sort of pain my dad had to go through in the last eight months or so of his life especially, but I would like to thank the truly wonderful and kind people at the amazing Thames Hospice for making the last week and a half of my dad’s life so comfortable and peaceful and dignified. Dad was genuinely loved by all who knew him, and he always put other people first because he was such a kind and beautiful human being. My mum and dad were together for nearly all their lives and I am not quite sure how you carry on when you lose your soulmate, but we are a big family and we will look after mum. I love you dad, I am going to miss you so much, you were the best dad a bloke could ever hope to have, and I put the determination I have to follow the path I do down to you and your unwavering support and belief in us three brothers that we really could follow our dreams.

It was my dad’s mother (my grandmother) who got me into fishing at the age of seven, so whilst my dad was not an angler or indeed a film buff, because he was always so interested in people and family he would often read this blog (and then ask me what on earth I was talking about!) and he also gained a real interest in films and the film industry because of what my two younger brothers do. Dad and I used to play a lot of golf together when we were on holiday on the north coast of Cornwall especially. What I would give to play one more round of golf with dad at Trevose on a late summer’s evening as the shadows start to lengthen across the undulations on the fareways. Going to miss you forever dad, you were the best…………..