Dear Daddie, another Fathers' day/ your birthday has gone by without you. Beautiful memories of you on a certain Fathers' day, wearing your white tennis shorts and tshirt, trying to make 'Ogbono' soup in the kitchen for another fathers' day get together, flip through my mind. As the months go by I find that I miss the benefit of having you in my older adult life. Miss the would-have-been gists with you, the children learning how to play scrabble with their visiting grandpa, the counsel on life's journey. Counsel...... that's what you gave out without restriction. I miss the way you used your fingers to snap your palms whenever you heard amazing news, the way you humbly went about picking up empty soft drink bottles around the house in Abba, the countless challenging games of scrabble, the 'jakwu', the 'oka' and 'ube' feasts in the parlour after meals, the sound of your hearty laughter when I told you as a child that I thought your money would finish during the construction of Abba house. It seems I'm going back into the decades as Parkinsons' gradually quietened the sound of your voice in the recent past...... Be that as it may, I write today with a heart full of JOY - Ogbo did get married, we did complete your biography, we are planning on reaching out to families going through the same process and in all, we are advancing with courage and strength as you always taught us to do and of course looking up to God the Sovereign One and the Almighty and the solid Rock on which we stand. It is a privilege from God to have had you as a father. Sleep on, O ye Knight in shining armour. I love you.