My pops: Peter Newton
Every time my heart beats it misses one for you.
Coming up 4 years this year and never a days goes by without we talk about you, ask you where you put things, why you kept so many things but mostly why you had to get this soul destroying disease from your job.
Miss you more than I can put into words. Our late night film time where we often concluded it as 2 hours we'd never get back. But we didn't mind.
I miss your help with things but you taught me well.
Climb those mountains Dad ❤️❤️
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