I didn't write this - but read it this morning and found it to be incredibly touching. Some things remain with you forever. When I was ten years old, my father took me on a trip in an old battered car and caravan, and although I didnt know it at the time, my father was dying. He was only forty years of age and he was dying of a brain tumour. What can I tell you about me back then? That I was the only son of parents who never got around to marrying? That I lived with my two sisters and a cat and that despite not having any money, we lived in a house packed to the roof with love. Maybe thats as good as it gets in anyones life. My father was the gentlest of hearts and the kindest of men, and Im not just saying that because hes gone. Im saying it because it was true. It was his strength and his weakness. My mother watched so many people taking advantage of his goodness, that in the end she put herself in the way of anyone trying to use him. This made her seem hard but she was willing to put up with that, because that was what our family was always about love..... Read the whole thing here. The ending is fabulous.