In March of this year Dad, myself and my son Sam climbed Lion Mountain together. Every time I look up at it, I can see all three of us clearly on the top eating Jam Sandwiches and Bananas together. Half way up we stopped for a break and Dad asked me how much further. I told him at least the same again! He looked at me with one of his looks and I said, Dad lets just stop and go back down, this is more than enough of an achievement considering you’ve just got through Chemo, plus mum would kill me if you had a heart attack after all you’ve been through this last year! But I knew even as the words were leaving my mouth that there was no way on earth we’d be turning back. He was finishing what we started and we would be going to the top. That was true of everything in my Dads life. Dad was a fighter, and when it came to the fight for his life he fought with all his might. He was so brave and did so with out complaint. This all said He could not have endured what he did without the love of his wife. Mum and Dad fit like a hand and glove, that’s the way it’s always been throughout my life. This has never been more evident in this last three weeks. The love I have seen pass between my parents has been unspoken but stronger than most you will ever see in a life time. Whilst this is a tribute to my father, I also want to pay tribute to my mother, her strength and love has carried this family throughout this awful journey. I miss my Dad, I miss his voice, his laugh, his dirty jokes and his banter. My Dad made things better….a grazed knee, a broken heart, a game of golf and definitely he made a better party. These past few days I’ve heard him called a notorious bad boy, a lovable rogue, a big hearted guy, generous and kind hearted, I was lucky enough to call him Dad. Dad - I will think of you on a golf clubs swing, a naughty joke with an endless laugh, a big bear hug with a tickly kiss, in glasses of beer and cloudless blue skies, but most of all in my babies eyes, I will never stop thinking of you……..