When my Dad passed…

​When my Dad passed away, I thought ‘that was it!’
People would say ‘you need to keep going’ and others did provide support, ‘
I knew this was a massive change, as I couldn’t be around others.. well that is what I thought!

I even tried to take my own life, putting in 180 units of insulin into my body, 
Yet the impact was minor, as God, said: “you ain’t going anywhere son.. you silly wally!”.

I felt f@cked, pretty useless in fact, 
I wanted to be with my Father, my best mate, the one I loved more than even myself, 
My connection with others was fragmented as they only exacerbated my stealth.

You see, if my Dad saw me now he would be happy to see that I am now fighting, 
He admired my determination, as I was seeking balance and didn’t aim for anything exciting. 

=My Father was my everything, my best friend ever,
And to be perfectly honest with you… he might have said: “what’s his name” a lot..but indeed he was very clever.

“Miss you Dad… you git. X”
Jason
1st February 2026