Peter Burns
New year's eve 2000 we all thought the world was going to end. 2 months after, my world did end. We had a brilliant night. I had to feed my dad wine through a straw, and give him a cigarette. He had stopped smoking and drinking for 2 years, but his diagnosis was so bleak he decided, 'bugger it!'. We had a house full of friends, we laughed, and for one day, it wasn't about MND. He died on the 4th of February 2000. I miss him everyday. I was 18 when we lost him. I miss him everyday. I'm now 41.
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