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Today, one year ago - 3rd February 2006 was teh day my dad, Phillip David Bowers, the greatest and best man that ever lived on this planet, died.

I will never forget that day, for as long as I live that day will stay with me forever. Nothing I can ever do will ever erase sitting there holding my dad's hand while he died. NOTHING.

I miss him every day adn I know my sister does as well. It's like a hole in my soul where that part of him should be BUT I'm grateful that he was tehre and I'm happy that I knew him and I know that he loved me and I loved him with all my heart and soul and every breath in my body.

Someone very wis said to me that my dad would be proud of me as I have turned what could have been an awful horrible year into something brilliant and amazing. No one could have forseen where I'd be this time last year. (Thank you Mr Jackson xxx)

People ask what it is that I carry round my neck, I carry a part of my Dad with me, I carry a part of his ashes. I love having it near me as it makes me feel whole and I know he is with me.

Sorry if this depresses you to read but I want you to remember how our parents love us and as we should love any kids we have the same way.

Love you all

Timmy xxxx

P.s Hels & JC: I'm thinking of you both as well - God Bless Phill & Bill xxx