It was 13th December 2005, i had arrived home from christmas shopping in New York. I had a bath and planned to go round to my Dad after with his presents i'd brought him. I didn't get to finish my bath,Dads best friend Goz,rang my mobile,Danny answered, and i heard the words HES GONE! My dad had suffered a massive heart attack and died, he lay there on his bedroom floor untill he was found, about 7pm. That night not only did i lose my dad,i lost part of my soul. If only,but what if,i should never have,i could have,why didn't i............MY DADS GONE,regrets eat me every day. I LOVE YOU DAD. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX