Kin ell, this thread has me welling up and welling up again. So many different stories that im so pleased you have all shared.
My old fella died 6 years ago, the funeral was on the 23th dec and i remember looking out and seeing a packed church a day before christmas eve and thought to myself, fuck my dad was well liked and respected. I wrote a poem for the funeral and spoke it from the pulpit and when i finished i was applauded, strange i didnt expect that, but it made things easier.
When i was younger i never got on with my dad, he was everything i wasnt, he was a mechanic/electrician and i cant wire a plug, he didnt like sport i lived for it. He never once watched me play footy, i never once helped him fix a car.
He was a cantankorous **** mostly, im getting like him now :) but he always looked after me, always gave me stability and if it was not for him my life would be very very very different. It was my dad who persuaded my mum to adopt me, it was him who wanted to give me a chance and a home. How could i not be eternal greatful for that one act of humanity.
My dad didnt do man love, most men dont do they, but one thing i will always remember is as he lay dying, he was thirsty and i was dabbing water on his lips as he could no longer swallow and he said to me " you turned out to be a good one son" hearing that was enough for me ever.
Im in tears now, i miss the old **** so much.