My Dad, Harry

Dear Dad, I miss you. I wish I could hug you one last time, or that you got to see me get married. You’d have loved parts of this year, seeing two of your girls get married. You’d have loved the parties and the celebrations. I wish I did more to recognise the pain you were in and what was really going on. I am thinking of you always, but especially this time of year. I love you so very much, unconditionally and always. Your eldest, Heather