Harold Edward Nutton
I never got the chance to say goodbye. You died alone in hospital. I know that we didn't always see eye to eye but I miss you. I feel so guilty when I go out and enjoy myself, especially when I get home and you're not there. The house isn't the same without you, it's so cold and empty. Having to dispense with your personal possessions was hard enough but going to your funeral was devastating. I cried. I'd give anything to have you back, to take back the bad things I said to you when I was tired
