|oliver wood (brooms) wrote in disorderjournal,|
@ 2018-05-24 00:07:00
|Entry tags:||oliver wood|
I always wanted to be just like my father when I was young. So much that my biggest dream was to play for Puddlemere like he did. He was more than just my da. I know a lot of people say that and it probably sounds cliche, but it's true. He was my best friend. He was the one I turned to when I didn't know if it would help or hurt my career to be out, and he was the first person who told me to just be myself, no matter what, and that I could make a difference that way. He got to see me fulfill one of my dreams, but there's so much else he won't be here for. He won't see his youngest daughter sit her NEWTs or see either of his daughters grow up and settle into whatever futures they want for themselves. He never got to see me get married, and I remember being so sure that we'd get to do that again when this was all over and he could be there.
I should have kept q The Death Eaters took that from us. Almost a week ago now. He would have been really glad to know it was all over now.
Anyway. In the chaos of everything that's happened in the last week, I realised I never talked about this and that I should have said something before. My mother and I are still making arrangements for a service, but as soon as we know, I'll share that, for anyone who wants to know.