I feel I don't have the right to feel empty or numb after all you wern't my Dad, you were just married to my Mum. But when I think of all the things you did for me as a child, which I admit must have been difficult, as I was a tad wild. You fed me, clothed me, put a roof over my head, "I'm your Dad you'll do as your told" seemed to be all that you said. But now as I look back I can see, really you wanted the best for me sometimes I feel, sam and Paul, your real kids, me and debs a package deal. This was not true it was all in my mind, in your own way you tried to be kind. I remember once I called you "Dad", apparently it was the best compliment you ever had. The poem that hangs upon my wall "Daughter", a birthday card from you, that was all. Now I read the peom, now that you have died, I see the emotion and that you really tried. Isn't it funny how death has a way of making it clear about what we want to say. Now I want to say "Thank You very much and sorry I didn't keep in touch. You gave me the best gift I ever had, to be someones Daughter and to have a Dad. Sorry it's late... Thank you Jim (Dad) Tracey xxx