My best friend, closest confidante, best advisor and the man who brought me into the world. The man who was always there for me through everything that happened in my life no matter how tough things were for him, especially in his last years. The man who saved me from how bad things might have been had I had to keep living with my very ill mother, who needed help not the challenge of raising a child, and helped me get functioning in some semblance of normality. The man who helped me find myself, from helping to guide my eclectic sense of humour, to giving me an appreciation of music and other important parts of culture by exposing me to as much as he could, all the while never telling me what I should like just to think about it. A man who was so secure in himself that he didn't mind when I found enjoyment in things he couldn't understand or didn't like, accepting them and even asking why I liked them rather than expressing displeasure or attempting to discourage. A man who never ever even hinted there was anything I could do or say that would cause him to cut me out of his life, even when I did get on his nerves at times. Who stubbornly fought to never impose on me even in his last years where I wish, even before his death, he had been happier to ask for my help with things around the house and in general. And all the while remained as active and cheerful as he could, far more than most people with half his health issues, always stirring and teasing me with a cheeky grin and twinkle in his eye.
I am now left to walk the road of life without him. And the first thing I have to do is say goodbye, to do this I am honouring his wishes to be cremated and then scattered at sea. I've received the invoice from the funeral home for payment by the 11th, edit note: I thought the due date on the form was required not just a place holder, which I will have to pay for myself.