Yesterday was the 10 year anniversary of my dad's death. He died of esophageal cancer and died within 2 weeks of being diagnosed, it was fast and was a blessing in many ways, but I still never really got a chance to say goodbye. I'm an only child and worshipped my dad, we had our moments and fought as we were so similar, both wanting to be right, but we loved each other. I miss him everyday and wish more than anything I could talk to him one last time, find out if he's seen my children and if he's proud of me.
He had a wicked sense of humour, he picked me up from primary school once in my life, it was a time when a huge vat of wax has exploded all over him and had dried in. Yes, I was so embarrassed. One time he took me to high school, the one and only time, he drove me right into the school playground and made me get out in the middle of everyone standing staring and he was shouting out the window saying he loved me. Not good for teenage cred. He was the most intelligent person I know, he was a scientist and did loads of research into metals and latterly recyclable plastics. He loved his work and was well respected.