I want to dedicate this post to my Dad, who unfortunately will never get to see it. 

I'm not going to write an essay telling you how amazing he was as a father and a person. He was a man of very little words himself, so it seems fitting to keep this short. so, I'll try. 

One of the things I miss the most about my dad is how safe he made me feel, in whatever situation. As a child I would hold his big strong hands and instantly feel like no one could hurt me. As long as I had my dads hand to hold, I was safe. 

I held his hand, as we watched him slip away from us. I don't think I'd ever held his hand so tight up until that moment. 

I miss you with every atom on my being. 

Until we meet again old fella.