A Stone For Dean

This is my dad, Dean or everyone seems to know him as Deano.
On the 4th September 2015 sadly he left this world, leaving the rest of the family distraught and heartbroken. My dad never had it easy, he was always left fighting for something and he would never complain or moan about it, he just picked his self up and got in with things. In 2000 he was presented with his first little boy, named after his daddy Dean. Baby Dean didn't have the best start in life, he had very bad health issues which lead him to passing away 3 days after he was born. My dad was heartbroken and the only memory my dad got to carry was that he seen baby Dean open his eyes and have a little look at his daddy. As everyone knew my dad they all knew he would get on with things, he didn't grieve much for baby Dean because he didn't want to accept he had lost his first son. In 2001, my dad got given the news he was going to be a dad again to another little boy, John the most beautiful wee man. My dad and my mum had been having problems and she started speaking to a rancid man down in Manchester who she then got in a relationship with after my dad had found out she'd been cheating on him. My mother and us kids would go down to Manchester to see her new man and every other week my dad would notice bruises on John. My dad knew something was wrong so he tried to report it but no one would take anything to do with it because it was happening in Manchester. On the 16th of March 2003 baby John passed away, another son now lost. It had came back after John had been looked at that he had passed away because of a lot of different things. He was abused for 3 and a half months and the guilt that lived over my dad was undeniably heartbreaking. I wasn't aloud near my dad for awhile, or my family as they were at court cases. So I got put in to care and then I got fostered for alittle while. My dad done everything in his power to fight to get me back and I'm so grateful for having a dad like mines.
It was just me and my dad for along time, he worked nearly everyday and night to make sure there was food on the table at night and so I would be able to go to sleep and wake up with a roof over my head.
The things my dad for me and for others just shows how much of a good man he really was.
In 2010, he got horribly attacked in the taxi and from then on his health went down hill.
He already had a heart that didn't work as well as it should, he wasn't aloud to do sports like, tennis, golf, football, the thing that kept him going was being able to play pool though the one thing he loved just as much as his kids.
He fell extremely ill at the end of 2011 with two bleeds on the brain, the operation he went under didnt go to well, so he then had to have another one hours right after it, I remember going to see him after it and my heart dropped to the floor cause it didn't look like my daddy, the daddy I spend my life with looked differently and I couldn't come to terms with it.
After this operation he didn't act the same, he became ill and no one knew why, scan after scan, blood test after blood test the doctors then found out he had a horrible life-changing disease called Wagner's.
It affected his organs and killed them off. His kidneys were first so he had to get Dyalsis to keep him alive. He then had to get multiple operations because of the line he had to pump the blood through his body, during one operation the doctor punctured one of his lungs and it would sometimes just fill up with fluid which would cause a crucial point.
In the four years he went through all this, I had to go say bye to my dad four times and think I'd never see him again, but he was fighter and didn't want to lose his pride until he knew himself it was time to give it. My heart breaks knowing my dads gone away from me and thought of him not being here makes me extremely saddened. My dad my whole life and so much more and I just want him to know how much I appreciated him and loved him, he done all his best for me and I want to be able to say that I helped contribute to him getting a headstone that he truly deserves.
It's a stones throw from his two sons.
Thank you for the continued support from family and friends, for the ones who really knew my dad you know he'll be up there probably having a little cry cause he will be extremely proud of everyone who's took the time to message me, and the family with your beautiful messages.