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I wake and know that my day will be missing someone, Fathers day is full of grateful pain. I am grateful for the time I had with him....and miss him all the time.

I spent the day doing things he liked and I love , drawing, biking, chatting with family and having a cheeky beer.....

I hope that my life would have made him proud...I know Mum says that he would have been.....still.....

I'm sure his beady eye would have hit upon some silly stuff that I do...but hey...living is what it's all about!!