That’s how long it’s been since my father passed away, he died on the 24th Jan 1999 aged 66yrs old, he passed away due to cancer, while I was at my mothers I went to visit his grave, something I’ve not done in a long long time, I find it hard to go say hello to him when I’m back home, brings back to many painful memories of his passing. It reminds me to much of my own mortality as well I suppose, makes you realise that you don’t always live to a ripe old age or get to enjoy things when you retire, makes me want to jack in what I’m doing and just fcuk off away from here, go traveling or something, anything thats more interesting and full filling then this mundane life we all have to live, maybe one day I might actually do something about it, but in the meantime I’m going to try and see my father more often when I’m back and let him know how life’s going for me here in Manchester. . . . I think he’d actually be proud of me to be honest, which would be a pretty good thing as I think much of the time he was alive I disappointed him more then I thought .