I wrote this a few hours after going to the morgue to identify my fathers body. I will never forget how he looked. I will never forget how it felt to stand in that room with bile rising in my throat whilst answering inane questions. 
I will never forget the hero that Mike was that day. He was my pillar of strength where I only felt darkness. 

Swollen eyes, 

purple rimmed. 

Numb. Cold. Unfeeling. 

Hollow, no pulse. 

Heart in my throat, still. 

Like yours. 

Not beating. 

The silence that deafens. 

Your ears. 

Not hearing. 

Eyes closed against grief. 



The touch that holds me as I crumble. 

Your love. 

I miss you Daddy.