My old man is the first love of my life.
My dad is my first hero, my first teacher, my first friend, first enemy, the first person to make me laugh, the first person to make me cry. A shoulder to lean on and I must admit my favourite person to wind up.
We fall out often, we disagree and I’ve never yelled at someone quite as much as my dad. We play our own silly games hiding stig in each other’s pillow cases, I hide his beer and move his dinner whilst he’s trying to eat!
Without going in too deep, my dad has and is battling depression and anxiety. I’ve seen him go through some pretty tough times but despite it all he has come out the other side stronger than before. This is one of the best lessons he has ever taught me, that no matter what you’ve just gotta keep going and take each days as it comes. As he always says, “without the bad we cannot appreciate the good.”
Thank you Daddy for being the best father a girl could ask for.