The morning I married Marcus I popped by dad’s bedroom at our wedding venue, lay beside him and received one of the last cuddles I ever would. Just 17 days later, he was gone. Today marks eight years since dad died before our eyes. It feels like a lifetime ago but, weirdly, so recent too. As mum said today, his absence gets easier as time passes, but in the same breath the frustration of him being stolen before he could be a grandad to our girls or enjoy the retirement he worked so hard to save for still has the power to crumble my heart. Last night as I drove to Margate for a special night celebrating another amazing man taken too soon, I saw two massive cloud kisses in the clear, bright blue evening sky and I trust that it was dad saying hello. So many of us have experienced loss - and this week is no exception - so isn’t it nice when you get a feeling that the person you’re missing might just still be there? Hold onto those moments when you get them. They really do spin sad feelings into positive ones. And that’s truly special. I miss you dad. Love you always x #dad #missyou #eightyears #loveyou #memories