Dad
Today my Father, Paul Clifford Davis, would’ve been fifty years old. He died of pancreatic cancer at the age of 42 in 2001. He hadn’t been ill for long and his passing came as a shock to us all and eight years down the line it still is hard to believe that he is gone.
Life has changed for me over the years in a rather dramatic form, especially this year gone past, but I always remember him at some point everyday and when it comes to a day like this, I think, Christ I just want to sit in the pub with him and have a celebratory pint.
I take each day as it comes and in truth you never forget the pain of someone’s passing but I was very lucky to have had the time I did have with him. But it doesn't stop wishing he was here right now.
I’ll crack open a drink tonight and raise it to my Dad.
Life has changed for me over the years in a rather dramatic form, especially this year gone past, but I always remember him at some point everyday and when it comes to a day like this, I think, Christ I just want to sit in the pub with him and have a celebratory pint.
I take each day as it comes and in truth you never forget the pain of someone’s passing but I was very lucky to have had the time I did have with him. But it doesn't stop wishing he was here right now.
I’ll crack open a drink tonight and raise it to my Dad.