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Fifteen years seems almost unbelievable when you think about it; far too many years have passed without hearing that laugh or seeing that cheeky smile.

I felt bad that I didn’t write anything on Friday, the proper anniversary of dad’s passing, but life sometimes gets in the way.

I know he wouldn’t mind, he was a pretty laid back kind of man. I sometimes wish I had more of that quality but alas, no.

He wasn’t perfect – not by a long chalk – but he was my dad, and I miss him still so very much.

Gone for fifteen years,
But you’re never forgotten;
Not a single day.