It was about 2 weeks before dad passed away. He asked me how I was, he knew that I was feeling really unwell ( I have M.E), I confirmed that I felt rough as badgers, but told him not to worry about me, my problems were nothing compared to his. Dad squeezed my hand and wrote on his board "I do worry, I don't want you in pain, I wish I could help you, it isn't fair", then I looked up at him, his eyes full of tears and he mouthed "sorry" to me. My heart broke, my eyes streamed. I laid beside him and cuddled him for ages sobbing, thinking about how I was going to lose this man who cared about me so much. Dad knew he had days to live, he was in intolerable pain, yet here he was upset about my minor ailments. I had more understanding and compassion from him than many other people who are not in his position. That's what I'll miss. My caring, unselfish, thoughtful, best friend, my dad... this was my dad.

If love could have saved you, you would have lived forever xxx