The scariest thing that ever happened to me started in 1997 or 1998.
One day I came home from school and waited on the stairs like I always had done for my dad to arrive home from working at BOC.

That night we were talking and watching television. Then it was time for bed. So at 7 I started to fall asleep. Then during that same night I was awoken to the floors creaking. It was about 11pm and it was my dad so I asked him if he was ok. He told me he was alright the next thing I herd was a thump dad had fallen on the floor so I woke mum she rushed down the stairs and called my auntie Pat. The next day my dad went to the doctors and he was diagnosed with progressive multiple sclerosis (MS). From that day one he got worse and worse. By 2000 he was in a customised easy chair.

He was classed as disabled and his speech was affected and he could not walk he had to have cares in to look after his physical needs and me and mum where looking after his social needs. However his independence and dignity had gone down low so he had little confidence. He was a good person and he loved me and my mum and brother so much he would have done anything. He felt so helpless.

It came to 2005 and he was worse than usual. I got home and he hadn't eaten his lunch he only had some coffee. After that the months went on he did eat but not as much as he use to. We had to force feed him which we hated but it was for his own good.

Then in September 2005 I had a call just after lesson it was a district nurse telling me that dad was at home waiting for transport to the hospital I felt sick and I was worrying I would be there in time to see him before he left. The worse bit was I didn't know what state he was in so I was panicking I ran for the bus. I got home after college and I made it I waited with him.

Then I went back to college the next day he was in hospital for about a week when we had a call on the 19th of September at 2am it was the hospital. Pat had been looking after us while mum stayed at the hospital. At 2am that morning we went to the hospital I didn't go to college that day I wanted to but mum and my auntie Pat and Tracey told me to stay so I did. Me mum and Tracey went for some breakfast at 10:15am it was 10:40 we went back to be see a nurse waiting at the lift doors she spoke to mum and Tracey and the ran so I followed thinking it was good news. It was 10:45am when we got there he had taken his last breath I said go