Describe your parents.
My mum-
My mother has just below chin height curly hair. She always complains about going grey so she dyes it, at the moment it is a brown colour. My mother is a couple inches smaller than me, so that makes her about 5'2/5'3 ish. She has brown eyes like me, but I have my dad's eyes, not her's. My mum has thin lips, she says she only has these because of age, I disagree. My mum was born in Exeter, grew up in Exeter, Lived in Exeter and got married in Exeter, to my dad. My mum and dad divorced when I was 4/5 years old. My mum hates the rain and she gets extremely impatient, but I reckon it's only because she's obviously going through menopause.
My dad-
My dad had relatively short grey/blackish hair, until he went until hospital and then it got long. My dad was pretty tall, I reckon he was about 6'5 ish? He had big brown eyes, of which I inherited. My dad had full lips, which I also inherited. I don't know where my dad was born, but I think he grew up in Wales. His parents died when he was young. I think his mum died when he was 18 and his dad died when he was 21, but I'll never know the truth, unless I ask my mum, which I can't be bothered to do because I am to lazy. My dad had very long legs, and long arms and he had amazing cheek bones, which I luckily inherited too! Each time my dad came to visit my sister and I he would be wearing a smart casual clothing style. He use to smoke, and I don't actually know if he ever gave up.
In 2012 he started becoming ill, not being able to do much without getting tired, feeling drowsy, and he had the flu or something similar. Then he started to become yellow, becoming yellow is either a sign of jaundice or leukemia, and seems as my friend dad had died the previous year, I quickly thought it was cancer. So he went to the doctors and the doctor said it was a lack of iron...I was convinced it wasn't that, it was something more and I was sure of it. I even said to my mum and my step dad, that it was cancer...but no one listened. Then in april he was put in hospital because his blood count was low...the first hospital he was at was disgusting and grotty but they said he would be fine and I believed it...I didn't believe it but what else was I meant to tell my nine year old sister? 'Oh dad is extremely ill?' No...I told her everything would be fine. But then things got worse, he was moved to a bigger better hospital where he had dialysis to help clean out his kidneys. Yep he started to get kidney failure. So far, my dad was slightly worried, but he never failed to smile when my sister and I would walk through the door...even if he was asleep when he woke up he would be grinning. That's one of the many things I love about my dad, and I wonder whether he can see what I'm writing, but I doubt it.
What happened next?
Oh yeah, the doctors told my dad that they needed to put blood into him, because his body wasn't making enough, what a surprise that my dad had rare blood. Brilliant. So at this point he was in a hospital, was having dialysis, was having blood put into him, but he was still smiling each time I saw him. Nearly everyday I would text him asking how he was doing. Then in July, the doctors finally diagonised he had Stage 4 terminal lung cancer...which basically meant you have lung cancer which will cause you to pass away.
9 days. 9 days is all it took from the time they found out what my dad had for him to pass away. In those 9 days, I had seen my dad more than I had ever done in about 4 months. Each day my sister and I saw him could've been the last and it finally was on July 18th 2012. My dad died in his sleep, and I wish I had seen him just once more.
This isn't my life story btw, I'm helping you to understand the type of person my dad was and in order for you to get it, you have to read the next part.
My sister's birthday-
My sister's birthday finally arrived and one of the first things she recieved was a card...the envelop was my dad's writing. She opened it to find a birthday card from our dad. I don't know why what inside there because she never showed me, but what ever it was it was enough to make her cry. What would a 10 year old do with out her own dad to talk to every tuesday?
My birthday-
My birthday was just over a month after my sister's and the first thing I opened was a card. The envelop in my dad's writing. I opened it and it read 'I really hope that I'm wishing you a fun and fantastic birthday in person in september. Your my star + always will be Chloe Daddy xxxx' As soon as I read it I pretty much cried my body's weight of water, and I still do each time I read it.
That was the type of person my dad was, hopeless, sweet, cheeky, loveable, and his life his lifed how he wanted to.
