I could talk about my dad for ages, he was so funny and he has so many silly crazy stories to tell. Most times I’m in stitches laughing about the stupid antics he got up to. He was also my protector and my rock. He died four months ago.   I remember my first day back at work was the most isolated I’ve ever felt. It was like people ignored me, probably because they didn’t know what to say or didn’t want to upset me. But just a hand on the shoulder or saying “ I don’t know what to say” would of been better than silence.  When I bring him up in conversation some get so uncomfortable. But me talking about him and reminiscing about the funny things makes me feel closer to him, warmer and comforted. I don’t I’ll ever stop talking about him, he’s was too precious to me. I miss him terribly. I love you dad. ♥️