Dear Dad, 

When I was
small, you held my hand.

When I was
growing up and needed you, you held my hand.

I left home
and started my own life, you were holding my hand.

When my
life took me further away from you and Mum, you were holding my hand. 

My life
changed, and I started afresh. There you were, holding my hand.

Time and
again, you led me around the Railway Museum…..by the hand!

When I got
ill and grew weaker, you were holding my hand.

Then.

Illness
came for you. So, I held your hand.

When distance
came between us, I held your hand.

As I heard
your voice on the phone, I held your hand.

When all I
can do is think of you, I’m holding your hand.

For the
rest of my life, Dad, I’ll hold your hand.

And I’ll
never let go.

I love
you.  Your daughter.

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