My daddy died when I was 11, and growing up I was always one of the biggest Daddy’s Girls you’ve ever met. My mum says that when I was a baby, I would scream and scream and nothing she could do would calm me down… dad walked in the door and I would fall fast asleep. I know I remember that whenever I hurt myself or was sick, I always wanted my dad, not my mum. I was my dad’s shadow – everywhere he went, everything he had, everything he did, I had to go, have and do. My mum loves telling me that when I was like 18 months old, I threw a humongous temper tantrum because I wasn’t allowed a pickle onion – he had one, therefore I had to have one.
Pretty much all of my childhood memories are of doing things with my dad. Helping him out in the garden or in the allotment. Cleaning out/refilling the fish pond. Laying a drive way. Going fishing. Going cockling. Making wine. Even just taking the dog for a walk.
He’s been dead 17 years now. I still miss him like crazy but thinking back to the things we used to do together, having the happy memories… even though it brings tears to my eyes thinking about him, it also puts a huge smile on my face 
Cassie. Llama. 30. July 24. Leo. 5'3. brown eyed brunette. tattooed. pierced. shy. 
That’s sweet
I never knew my father =[
It’s beautiful that you still remember your dad.
Sometimes the memories we have of someone are all we ever hold on to. I’m glad your dad had a huge impact on your life. It’s sad when people don’t have that kind of relationship with their parents.
It’s lovely that you still remember some of those really early memories even though he passed a long time ago.
I’m glad you thinking of him makes you smile
I’m glad you remember him.
Dads are wonderful, even though some aren’t always the best. Remembering people that were special to us may make us cry, but it’s okay. Remembering is okay. 