Dadda, you were truly one in a million ✨️
From the swing boat you built for us kids in the garden, to belting out Elvis on karaoke, to the magical stories you told, the hours spent drawing at your kitchen table, the paper areoplanes you'd make literally every single Wednesday, the amount of dances i made you sit through, and the unforgettable days at Rufford Park —thank you for every single memory. I still go and visit our "money tree" now and think back to you hiding 2ps and 5ps in the tree we'd search for, being hidden by the "fairies."
You’re so, so loved, Dadda. And we’re all going to miss you more than words can say.
I’ll think of you when I’m sitting in my own chair, watching the birds—just like you always did.
Sleep easy, Dadda 💜
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