My heart is broken.
Today my father died at the age of 70.
He had been courageously battling Multiple Myeloma (cancer of the blood’s plasma cells) for the last four years. It was a long hard and painful fight.
I think one of the hardest things about losing a parent is knowing there is one less person in the world who really loves you.
Just three days ago we had Xmas dinner at the hospice.
We had hoped to have the family together with him for one last Xmas but he took a turn for the worse the night before and was unable to join us for dinner. Still we were all there and were able to speak to him and tell him how much we love him.
I rushed to Hamilton today and was able to spend some time alone with him one last time.
The fight is over, Dad.
I love you.