For the love of a father
|Father's Day 2007|
Dad was my hero growing up. He was the one that chased away the monsters when I had a bad dream. He was the one that made me a set of stilts when I was small, so I could feel taller. He was my comfort when I was hurt or sad, and no matter how upset I was, he always knew how to make me feel that everything would be alright.
It's hard to believe he's been gone for 7 years. He is in my thoughts almost every day. So often I come across something and think, 'Dad would have loved that!' I feel extremely blessed that I had him around for a very long time. So many lost their father in the war but he survived and so I was fortunate to have him there for all the milestones. And yet, I could wish that I had him longer so that I could pick up the phone and call him to say, "Happy Father's Day...I love you dad."
|Happiest in the garage fixing cars|
|Snoozing with his favourite napping partner Taz|
|Last outing before he died, a visit to a local zoo|