Dad died in January at the age of 87. He was diagnosed as being in the early stages of cancer a few years ago, but as they couldn't do anything (as a smoker his lungs were too badly damaged to survive an operation) he refused to have any check-ups. He died in hospital after a heart attack in his sleep. It wasn't until later it was found he was riddled with cancer, and the pneumonia was actually secondary lung cancer.

I miss him dreadfully, but in my heart I know I should be glad because he didn't suffer and he never knew how ill he was. To be honest, loved being in hospital becaus ehe adored hospital food and flirted with all the nurses, and they spoiled him, so his last few days were quite happy.

My head says one thing, but emotions take over.
When it happens, I try and take time out and remember that he had a happy release, and I am so so lucky to have such lovely memories.

But is still hurts so much

..wispa