Now fast forward three years later, he's working, fatter, got Mila and Alleigh is on her way in July (please don't steal my birthday Alleigh, be a good niece, July 1st)
I still remember the day, the time and how I felt when Kimmi told me... My mum had been violently drunk... Told Kimmi.., I knew something was up, my mum had begged Kimmi to say nothing.... But in Greece I knew something was up. Dad was really skinny, not eating.., in fact I remember when we had our dinners and my brother said to my dad I remember when I was young I wanted to be like you and finish your dinner now you can't... We never knew then.... We just though it was stomach problems...
I questioned Kimmi, what's wrong with my mum?! Why is she crying and I was getting angry.. She turns round in my room and says it's not your mum, I said what? Really confused.... She said its your dad Steven... I said what?! the next four words broke my heart into a million pieces..... "He has cancer Steven" my face went chalk white, I got my shoes on and ran to his house just across the road... I broke down on the ground outside... Kim, my rock picked me up. We went to my room at my parents and I just cried in her arms all night, all night I cried until I fell asleep in her arms... The day after i can't remember....
I left Edinburgh because I couldn't see my dad as ill as he was, I wasn't strong, I can deal with, anything apart from my family dying, I've been to a cancer unit before, I'm the hospital it's all old people right? Wrong, far from it. The scary thing is, these brave bastards, these amazing people who fight this fucking disgusting illness are 25, 30, 40.... To 50/60.. It's mostly young males and females... It's a horrible place to be in....
That's why my dad will be my number one hero... Thank you dad.
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