My dad never really seemed very... emotional to me, before he passed, but he was - he always did his best to spoil his girls, got each of us flowers on Valentines day, cooked, joked about, let us snuggle up to him and fall asleep, gave us melting hugs.

I miss his laugh, good gods of the Greeks, his laugh was something else -loud and....well thinking back it'd fit a character like the Joker, you know that slight "I might be crazy or evil laugh" or was it more a clown laugh? If he heard me now...👀😐

And sometimes it's the little things that has my heart kicking into gear and feeling like he's still alive - he used to wake me up at 4 in the morning to start getting ready for school (I always reached school in the early hours because he had to drive quite a distance to get to his job), but he didn't kiss my forehead or gently shake my shoulder or anything, he used his foot 😂 he would come in, stick out his foot and kick at the mattress, at that time in the morning I wasn't really impressed, but thinking back on it? Oh it was the funniest shit ever. 

It's always the little things...

Keep wondering...keep wandering x

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