To my Loving Dad I am so sorry that I could not write anything last week but it was too raw and painful. I have just been to visit Mum and the place is being re-plastered so you can imagine how much mess there is at the moment. For a moment whilst there I could imagine you coming in complaining that this is not right and that should not be there..and so on. That was you! I really miss you, especially when I go to your house and the chair is empty. It still doesn't feel right, it never will. The pain, at times, is like a knife twisting away inside me. I have a photo on my fireplace and it is a picture of you, Anthony and Michael on your 70th Birthday. I really like that photo because you are all smiling properly. Another reason its special to me is because you are stood near Anthony and I feel you are stood there now, looking after him, keeping him company. I often talk to you. I don't know why but I can pour all my feelings out in the car. You were an amazing Dad and Grandad. No wonder heaven wanted you!! You have no need to worry about Mum as we are all here to look after her, Wilf has been a rock to Mum. We are the GUTHRUN family and will help one another get through this nightmare. Thats how you brought us up and I am so proud to be one of your Daughters. You are always in my thoughts Dad. I will never let the picture fade away. I love you now and always. Nite, nite. RIP Dad xx xx xx