Two years today since I lost my pops.Feeling a bit down today so i thought that best way to deal with it was to just let it out.
My Dad was a 22 year British Army veteran he fought in the Falklands and the first Gulf war.
I was always so proud of him but we fought constantly.People said we where just to alike both of us stubborn and proud neither one of us ever wanting to back down.
He suffered from PTSD and to cope with it he drank heavily,in the end this caused a massive rift between us and we didn't speak for the last six years of his life.
Not a day goes by were i wish that i could go back and say i'm sorry.Sorry for all the arguments.Sorry for all the pain.Deep down i knew he was a good man but as those of you that know me.I'm pigheaded and once i get the idea in my head there is no changing my mind.
Why are you spouting this here Henry i hear you all asking?
This place it got me through some very very tough times the people i met here always managed to make me smile on days when i could have just died.So i just wanted to say that whilst we're going through some tough times right now both in the real world and within our community. just know that the people you have met here will be there.They will be your shoulder to cry on in the darkest times.Sometimes a stranger is the one who helps you the most.
I really care about this place even though sometimes it drives me mad.
Stay funky rpuk
Henry
Roy "trapper"Hall
7/5/55 to 2/10/18
R.I.P Pops