Dad,
Thank you for the life you gave me.
Thank you for choosing me when I was three years old and giving me a home, love, and a second chance that shaped the man I became. I will always be grateful for that, and I will carry your influence with me for the rest of my life.
There were things left unsaid between us, and I’m sorry for that. I always hoped we’d have the chance to put things right. I wish I’d been able to see you, sit with you, and say goodbye while you were still here.
I also need to say this clearly, because it matters to me and to your memory:
I wasn’t at your funeral on Tuesday because I wasn’t told when it was.
I only found out afterwards, through a friend who happened to see the obituary notice — a notice where my name wasn’t included, so they didn’t even realise it was my dad at first.
Not being there was never my choice.
I would have stood there with respect and love, just as any son would.
I’m sorry I couldn’t be there to say my final goodbye in person, and I hope you know the truth of why.
Even though I wasn’t in the room that day, I’m holding you in my thoughts.
I’m remembering the man who gave me a home.
I’m remembering the dad who shaped my life.
And I’m saying my goodbye in my own way, with honesty, love, and gratitude.
I hope you’re at peace now, free from pain, and surrounded by the love you gave so many of us.
Rest peacefully, Dad.
You’ll always be a part of me.
Craig
Craig
30/01/2026
