One month ago I lost my biggest supporter, my greatest cheerleader, and my hero.
And I feel as though nothing will ever feel right again.
The man who made sure that I grew up to believe in myself is no longer here to tell me that I can achieve anything. No longer here to reassure me with his smile. No longer here to tell me that I must not let anyone put me down.
And I am lost.
Everything has stopped. The fire has dampened.
I always wanted to make him proud and I know that he was proud of everything I have done to ensure that his grandson has every opportunity possible, no matter how hard it has been to make it happen.
I know that he was proud of all the changes we have made in Cornwall, and of the ripples which have led to change in other areas of the country.
And I know that I must keep going. Because there are many more good things to celebrate, and much more work to be done.
My dad believed in me and he believed in equality for all. And I know that I must keep strong, keep battling and keep defending his grandson’s right to be treated with dignity.
He believed that we are doing the right thing with our court cases and that belief will keep us strong during the toughest times. Learning to go on without him is much harder than taking legal action ever will be.
He was very open that he had learned a lot through having Adam in his life and he believed that others could learn too.
My son is my inspiration for bringing change, but my father gave me the determination to carry it through.
I was very lucky to be his daughter.
I will cherish the love we shared.
And I will strive to continue to make him proud.
No matter how hard it is.
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