Peter represents my dad, who passed away 3 years ago (from adoption date).
My dad was always a big part of my life, though I wasn’t a “daddy’s girl” and he related to my brother more, I loved him with all my heart.
Movies and books were his thing, from a young age he introduced us to the wonderful world of geekiness. He loved books, and read us the entire Harry Potter series and LOTRs. He read to us a bit every night and would put on different voices for the different characters. He read us so many books and didn’t stop until we were at least mid teens. He loved movies too, and introduced us to Jurassic park (though we were a bit young for that) super heroes, Star Wars and of course the harry potter and lotr movies. He also introduced us to tv shows, such as Doctor Who and orphan black.
Taking my brother and I to the cinema was his specialty, we saw so many movies with him and enjoyed them all. He tended to be a “talker” during movies which my brother and I were always embarrassed about but honestly now that my dad’s gone, I miss his chatter at the cinema. My dad played a humongous role in who I am today and what sort of movies, books and tv shows I enjoy, and I’m forever thankful for that.
My dad was diagnosed with terminal cancer 5 months before my 18th birthday, and a few months before my high school graduation. We were all heart broken and tried to spend as much time with him as we could. I left foo for a month to do so, and because money was tight due to chemo. My dad always had hope, unimaginable hope, bordering on ignorance that he wouldn’t die. He deteriorated quite fast, and it was absolutely heart breaking to watch. He lost weight, he was almost a walking skeleton. He was in so much pain that he’d groan and wheeze in his sleep.
I wanted to do something special for him before he passed, so I reached out to George RR Martin, as I knew how much my dad loved Game of Thrones. I sent him an email, hoping George could reply with some encouraging words for one of his biggest fans. I didn’t have all that much hope because he’s such a busy man but I gave it a shot. A few days later I had a reply back. He asked me if my dad had read his new book about the GOT world, I said I didn’t think so and he offered to send my dad a signed copy. I was ecstatic! I was so excited, and a few weeks later the book arrived. When I gave it to my dad he was so over the moon, I had never seen him so happy in his entire life. He even made himself struggle to get up and give me a hug. George RR Martin had written “To Peter, some dreams of fire, to keep winter at bay” with his signature. It was perfect and I am forever thankful to that man for making the last few months of my dads life happy.
My dad managed to come to my major works presentation and graduation, it meant so much to me. He couldn’t walk very well by then but he did it for me. Christmas and my birthday were coming up and my mum, brother and I were debating what to get my dad. What to you get someone who doesn’t have too much longer to live?
My dad did most of the planning for my 18th birthday, he ordered balloons and bought me many gifts. He got me a Happy Birthday bear, that now sits next to my bed and wears his watch around its waist. He made the day as special as he could. Since my birthday is on christmas, that came up next.
We named a star after him, that was our present to him. He was thrilled, and it’s one we can see every night and think of him.
Every year for christmas, he buys us calendars. This year wasn’t any different, and he also bought himself a calendar… He was so full of hope that he’d get through this, or maybe it was plain denial.
He continued to deteriorate, and soon after new years he was slipping in and out of consciousness. He called us to his room one night and said he loved us, and that he was sorry for everything. We cried and hugged him and told him we loved him too. He was still at home with us, my mum never gave up on him and took care of him until the end, she is such a strong woman. After that night he never regained consciousness.
On the morning of the 4th of January, 2015, mum called my brother and I to their bedroom and told us she didn’t think he had long. We stood around his bed and held his hand and cried as he took his last breath with us all there. I will never ever forget that moment. He was gone. No more suffering, no more pain.
I spoke at his funeral, though I only made it half way through before i started sobbing and found it hard to talk. But we sent that calendar with him to be cremated, his last little bit of hope had to go with him.
When you’re growing up you don’t imagine life without your parents. you imagine they’ll be around until they’re old. But my dad won’t be there for my wedding. He won’t be there to walk his daughter down the isle, or dance with her. He won’t see his son grow up into an amazing young man. He won’t see his grandchildren. He will always be a missing part of our lives.
It’s been three years today, but it hasn’t gotten much easier. Every year on his birthday, father’s day and the anniversary of his death, we go see a movie together. It has been particularly hard for my brother recently, because he just graduated and had his major works. He wished my dad could be there, like he had been for mine. But my brother wore his watch. We miss him a lot. We saw Star Wars: The Last Jedi last night, he loved Star Wars and I’m sure he was there with us, enjoying the movie as much as we did.
After my dad passed away, I set out in search of bringing home a special pet to represent him. I managed to bring home a legacy switch husky who represented him for 3 years. But it didn’t feel quite right. I wanted something more special, something that suited him better. I set my sights on a male calico, having very little hope of bringing one home anytime soon, but the search was worth it for me. I originally started my search sometime in June? 2017. I was very close to bringing one home, but that ultimately fell through and I was left feeling broken and hopeless.
28 days ago I started this search thread in another attempt to bring him home. I felt my offer wasn’t the worst in the world, so maybe I had a chance. Today asmalltowngirl aproached me about trading Monty for her male calico. There was no way I could let go of Monty, but said I could possibly part with Xander. I didn’t really want to trade Xander, but it was her dream (and he is now back in my home!) and I really wanted to bring this boy home for my dad. She agreed to do a straight trade with me, and now he’s home… I’m still in shock, and forever grateful to have this boy in my home. Thank you asmalltowngirl <3