Unfortunately, MRS. Hinch has told everyone the sad news that her dad Alan has died.
Sophia Hinchliffe, who goes by the stage name “The Influencer,” shared the sad news on social media, saying that she was in “deep, unimaginable pain.”
Alan, who was Mrs. Hinch’s dad?
Fans knew and loved Mrs. Hinch’s dad Alan.
He had been building furniture for her home for a long time, and her fans loved hearing about new projects he was working on.
One of her children, Lennie Alan James Hinchcliffe, was named after Alan.
As a “cleanfluener” with the very popular name Mrs. Hinch, his daughter Sophie became very famous.
On that page, she talks about how to make cleaning fun and posts pictures of her sparkling clean home.
On Instagram, Mrs. Hinch often showed off the work her dad had done on her house.
Alan changed so many things about her house that he built his own workshop on her property.
Alan built her a dining room table in 2022, and her fans loved it.
He even got praise from Stacey Solomon, Mrs. Hinch’s best friend, who said it was “so beautiful.”
Alex Hinchcliffe’s dad, Alan, died when?
Sophie told everyone on May 8, 2024, that her dad had died “suddenly, yet peacefully.”
Her father actually passed away on April 25, 2024, but his sad daughter didn’t tell her fans about it until she was ready.
Sophie said in April 2023 that she was taking a break from social media because her dad was in the hospital.
At the time, she said, “Guys, my dad is in the hospital right now.” From his chest to his lungs to his heart, my dad has never been, let’s say, in great health.
“He’s always struggled you know.”
She added in a sad voice, “I just want him to be happy.”
Do you know what Sophie Hinchcliffe said about the death of her dad, Alan?
Sophie paid tribute to Alan on Instagram after sharing the sad news of her father’s death.
This morning, she wrote on Instagram, “25th April 2024.” Dad died suddenly while he was sleeping, but he died in peace.
“Everything in my life and our world has been turned upside down.” A terrible pain that I can’t even begin to describe.
“My dear Dad, Your shop is locked, and I sleep with the key in my pocket. I promise to keep your dream of having a workshop alive. Until we sing together again.
Say good night, Dad. King of all kings. I love your bubbly.”
“Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love,” she said next. It’s all the love you wish you could give but can’t.
“The corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and that hollow spot in your chest are full of love that you haven’t spent. “Grief is just love that has nowhere to go.”
