daddy and me, 1990
today is fathers day and if this posts as it should, i'll be sat in a hospital room along side my dad. the past three years have been difficult, the past three days have been even worse. on tuesday the hospital called at 7am for us to go say our goodbyes, basically. since then he's started to make some kind of recovery and things are almost beginning to look up.
having a parent diagnosed with cancer or any life threatening illness has got to be one of the worst things in the world. my dad was diagnosed when i was in my second year of university, and living over 300 miles away. all he asked of me was to carry on, and i did, and somehow graduated with a 2.1 degree.
i know this post isn't anything like i'd normally do, but i wish i'd have appreciated my dad more when he was in good health. it's so easy as a 'child' to just expect the most from parents; especially as i was brought up being able to have everything i ever dreamed of. it's only the past few years i've realised how and why i've been able to have and experience everything i have and i realise how lucky i am. i'm so lucky to have the parents i have, and it's such a shame that it's taken something like this for me to realise it.