He passed away on the 14th of November this year but i wrote this for him to be read out at the funeral. It seemed to help a little with the pain but I miss him terribly.

For Daddy

Daddy had a life long friend,
Tee vee was his name,
Glass of cider, fightin' films,
Adverts were his bane.

The lounge and couch was where he sat,
Morning, noon or night.
Though we all knew the secrets,
So we would win the fight.

Cartoons took a gentle hand,
As he dropped off to sleep.
Head on chest and snoring now,
The remote we'd nick and keep.

One computer, three of us,
We were always going to fight.
A packet of crisps munched in the lounge,
Wins the computer that night.

He used to take us to the park,
Prior to Sunday dinner.
We would swing upon the swings,
The highest was the winner.

He bought us sweets to eat at home,
They were gone in seconds flat.
He never told mum of our crimes
And gave our heads a pat.

Every Sunday we would toast,
'To the chef' we'd cheer'
But he would sit there muttering,
'Your turn next week dear'.

He never used to shout and scream,
The way that Mummy could,
Though I heard him swear once,
When Chittys hood blew up.

We are older and partying now,
Emerging from our slumber.
The morning after, what a pain!
Our heads were torn asunder.

But at the stove he would be,
Cooking; sleeves rolled up.
Bacon, eggs and butties galore,
For us hung-over pups.

I remember you were always warm,
With your hat in pride of place.
It never left your head at all,
Though we would plead its case.

I never meant to laugh that night,
When I went to say goodbye,
Your hat was gone, just like you,
Though you were flying high.

I really miss you now you're gone,
I wish that you had stayed.
You were always there and now you're not,
I think that I'm afraid.

Some things just don't come easy,
I've found this to be one.
Now we have to find the strength,
To say goodbye and carry on.

People have been very kind,
It's blown us all away.
Thanks for all your lovely words
And respects you pay.

Thank you all for being here,
And even though Dad's gone.
He's in our hearts and in our minds,
A bright light to be shone.