My step-dad passed away on the 13th of December 2015, I felt more detached from life than ever before. I forced myself to stay 'strong' for my mum. I knew she needed me, and I have always felt a responsibility for her. Family isn't about blood, it is about those who we will be loyal to forever. It was me who planned his funeral; I wanted it to be perfect but I felt like it never could be. As I read his eulogy deep breaths stopped my eyes from crying. I wrote this not long after his passing, as a means to let out my sorrow. He taught me so much, even though he didn't have to. He became a dad to me and that's why I loved him so much. For a long time I could do nothing but cry when I thought of him. I saw no light after the misery I was feeling. Now, I smile, reminiscing about the life he led. I strongly believe our memories keep those we love alive and I see it as my duty to never let him fade.