Father, you were a damn good provider. Your work ethic is one I and many others pray to have. You were a good father, even in times I didn't acknowledge it. You put things aside whenever I was in need. Even in your old age and your poor health you pushed your body to the limit even when others offered to help. They don't raise them like they raised you in today's world, and I hope that changes soon.
You're in God's hands, and I pray one day soon I'll be financially free, so you'll never have to worry about me ever again.
RIP 🙏
My dad was a lefty and very literate. He wrote poems and plays, they are out there.
In 2016 and 2017 he was just starting to ask me questions about Trump, what was he up to and why. What did I think was really going on. He knew something different was happening.
He died of cancer in 2018. A treatable cancer that was neglected by the loathsome NHS.
My mum says that she is glad he didn't have to live through the lockdown shit while he was ill, but I am sure that the intrigue and intricacy of the great awakening and Q would have totally fascinated him had he studied it.
This is the best play ever written. I wish it had been in his lifetime as well as mine.
May you and your family have the strength you need at this difficult time.