Ten

I've been thinking a lot about how to write this post. The post that marks the tenth year without my dad.

I came to the decision that I didn't want to write that much. I have spent the last 10 years moving past his death, understanding who he was, loving him more and missing him more than ever. The stories I get to know about him from people I barely know to my own family, bring me closer to him. He is this wonderful, mysterious man who amazes me with each passing day.


For those who have followed this journey, you'll know that he means the world to me. There are not enough words in this world, that could describe what he meant to me, what he meant to my mum and my sisters. He remains this magical man, this person that no one can break or ruin, and it only grows stronger.


I still cry and feel upset at this loss - 10 years later. It's taken so long for me to get to this point I am at now, and I realise that I could not have dealt with it without his teachings, and most of all the inspiration he left within me to live life the way he did - with grace, faith and humour.

To the man who left 10 years ago, changed my world, and inspired me to walk on a better path - my father.

Thank you to all who supported me through the last decade. I will continue to love and miss him, but I think it's time for the words and memories to find their own place.