It's weird telling people that my dad died. It's so ...weird.

I mean, while I never used to talk to him much, he was always around. Now he's not.

He died alone in a hospital bed. I wish he didnt have to die there. If it's one thing I would have wished for him is to die at home, with people he knew around him.

As I sit here now, tears come to my eyes, thinking about his life and how empty it must have been at times. Maybe alcohol filled that void.

Only when he drank alcohol was he able to have courage to say what was on his mind. He told us he loved us a few times, but he was drunk and he was slamming doors, so it didnt have the effect it should.

May he rest in peace-8th Aug 1952- 3rd October 2004