every time i think of how ill my dad has been and how proud of him i am, i always end up in tears. i’m such an awkward daughter and i never tell him these things, but he’s the most incredible person i’ve ever met. i’ll be lost without him. i appreciate how lucky i am to still have him. i remember visiting him in hospital when he was seriously ill and having to see him cry. he turned around so i wouldn’t see it but i remember it so vividly. he had three days to live and there had been so much false hope. i don’t think i understood too much about what was going on, but i remember a few times when an ambulance would pick him up in hope that the heart they had at papworth would be a match. i came so close to losing him. it’s the reason i became so pro organ donating. i don’t think there’s any argument you could give me that could justify you not donating your organs and i know that might be seen as closed minded but yep. there we go.
this morning i brushed dry sick out of my hair and ate a lot at mcdonalds
this day is gr8, seriously