It's 4 weeks today Dad since I rested my hand on your chest and stroked your hair as you took your last breath. It's very hard trying to adjust to life without knowing you are just a whats-app message away or a phone call away. Your settee still has squashed cushions from where you sat to watch telly ... Parker still sits next to your place as if he's waiting for you to come back. It's strange when I look up at your balcony and you are not waving at me. It's strange not being able to ask you to pray for Emma & Joe. It's strange not having you at the table when we eat together. I miss you, but I know you are happier and healthier than you ever could be if you had stayed here for a bit longer. Love you Dad ... please come and visit in my dreams from time to time like Nan does. xxx