Every Sunday in summer we'd go on a picnic usually by the beach. As any young boy I'd run around full of energy and then flop down on the picnic blanket and fall asleep in the sun. Then I'd gradually awake, brushing the annoying fly from my ear that had disturbed my rest. Back it would come... and after a while I'd realise it was dad tickling my ear with a long blade of grass. When I realised this it turned into a pleasure that I continued to enjoy, pretending that I was still waking up and every now and then reluctantly brushing away the "fly". Then I'd grab his hand and shout "Ah ha, it was you! ". And he'd laugh.

What a wonderful man - so kind so loving - always ready to lend a hand or to listen. I feel so blessed to have had him in my life and Thank God that I was given to him. I know that he is now with my sister, Maria and her husband, Malcolm, and knowing that gives me great comfort. I will never stop missing you Dad I love you Joanne