This is probably the last photo taken of Dad and me together. It was taken in 2007 after my brother's wedding, while we were in the grounds of the hotel where the reception was being held.
It was the last wedding service Dad took and less than a year later he suffered a massive stroke/brain haemorhage and died a week later in hospital. The date was 28th June 2008, a year ago today.
So, one year on, I'm remembering Dad. I'm remembering the happy times we all had together as a family, before Mum died in 1999. I'm remembering how much my daughters loved spending time with their Grandad and Granny. I'm remembering how he took up running at the age of 50 and ran many marathons, including ones in London and Paris and the Great North Run.
I also remember what an honour it was to share his last week with him and to be there when he passed away, so I could stroke his head, kiss his cheek and hold his hand.
Dad believed he was going to a better place. I'm not sure what I believe, but I like to think that he was reunited with Mum, somewhere there would be no more pain.
Rest in peace, Dad. I love you.
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