Dad.. Dadda. Where do one start. You I got to know more now the I did before. Being Dad. And us your children.. Something we were not aware of.. Somethings are not for young ears.. Knock knock if u wish to enter a room where the Elders visited or talked. My father in what ever he tried he do e it for us. 

So many people had so much live for him. But for all sorts of reasons. Open minded was the key... If you can find the lock.... 

Not everyone cup tea. But who is. And who cares. I /we loved him. 

He was everything a father could be. Looking back now... And what he protected was us. He suffered for all his sins.. He paid his way... He was so much an so many ways the Father anyone would want. 

His life. His family was his business. And loved them in all different ways. He always had a smile when hearing of their success in their lives. Good marriages. Children. And cried at the news of illness or loss. That's my brother... She's my sister... ND HIS DAD. Everyone knows he worshipped grampy... Believe me... He loved his family. He suffered in silence. He became A Man with perpous.  So this is the start of that purpose.. And every year it grows.. His purpose will grow too. 

Love you. Miss you more. 

Never out of my thoughts.. Never!! Love you Dad... Xxx