My Dad and I have always had a great relationship and we share the same sense of humour which is just as well as it's been how we've always communicated and I love our banter.
Over the last 12 months, we have had to change elements of communication due to Mums diagnosis - for example, she can no longer understand sarcasm and some of the banter Dad and I have had upsets her just due to lack of understanding so we have watered it down a little. Our conversations are limited to secret ones or by email and text as Mum has become insanely jealous of our relationship as she feels she can't take part in our humour.
I've missed my Dad.
Last night, Dad and I exchanged some very funny emails (they'd only be funny to the 2 of us) and I went to bed grinning because he'd made me actually laugh out loud!
It made me realise that this dreadful illness not only takes away the loved one who is suffering from it but sometimes it takes away the people around who are the carers as they don't have the energy to be what other people need and why should they?
I still need my Dad and I'm not prepared to lose him in this illness too - he's my rock (I know he'll be blubbing if he reads this) and I love him and he makes me laugh and god do we need some laughs...
Enough of the slushy stuff, Dad if you're reading this.....good luck at explaining Eastenders tonight, I will be watching it, chuckling at you having to explain it, cruel I know but I'm even laughing writing this!!!