I don't know why, but this week I've been very down and I can't help but think about you Dad. I've missed you since you were taken out of my life prematurely. I find myself crying for you most nights this week, which is silly as I know you wouldn't want that, but I feel like I never had the opportunity to say goodbye properly. I can't remember the last time I told you I love you, that feels like a bad thing for a son to say to his dad but I don't. I should have told you everyday and not got into a place or routine where I didn't because the truth is I did love you, everyday of your life and I still love you.