My dad has been through More horrific death and trauma than anyone I ever met. His parents lost it a bit following a couple of cot deaths so he wound up raising his siblings. One day,his baby sister was being bullied and spotted her big brother across the street. Along comes a truck and decapitates her right in front of him. Next he:s dragging his nephew's cold corpse from a car accident. Bloody drunk drivers. Out doing the exact same thing within a few days. He lost his construction company during the recession. We were homeless, but he never spent a single evening in the pub. Always straight home to us. Even commuting to Wales every day.The whole family have Asperger's ,so he worked night and Day to get us what we needed and do the best job he was capable of. My mum treats him like shit, shouting at him in the street, despite the fact that he does everything for her. Even her own sister told her off for it. I had to be careful how much he knew about certain people in my life....I won't let him do life for me.
Then he had to sit and talk to me in prison, fully aware, I had cut my own throat. We go swimming and he can see I have cut my body to pieces. I feel so bad for him. So basically,I'm waiting for him to die. Despite him being my best friend in the world.
Going to try and take him whale watching in the DR next year. It's the only thing he wants.
I'd be so honoured share that with him.