I have spent quite some time putting this together, writing about my Dad’s life. Here is a few words which which I will attempt to briefly explain my feelings. I have been lucky to have had a Dad who never failed to love me, was always present and who made me feel loved. It’s not to say that things were always easy. Some times were challenging, some times he was hard to help when I so wanted to, but as time went on, I realised I had helped, but in a different way: by being rather than doing. I had the good fortune of having enough time to spend with him and I wouldn’t have missed a minute of all the years we had together.