Dad’s love was unconditional, I know because I tested it a few times. At home Dad was everything a boy could want the planter of sunflowers, the den-engineer of tree houses, the constructor of skateboard ramps and the manufacturer of go karts, I could go on and on... Dad travelled the length and breadth of the UK with me, for us, for athletics, BMXing, cross-country, cubs, judo, mountain biking, rugby, scouts, triathlon. I love life, because dad loved life, Dad subliminally taught me that. We had holidays that stretched our imagination: camping, the builder of sand planes, trains, automobiles and castles, surfing, cub and scout rescue missions, advancing into France and later with Mum he toured the world. Dad’s support had no bounds, he taught me to ride a bicycle, ride a motorcycle and drive a car, we painted and decorated, we fitted bathrooms and kitchens, we developed the house and garden I am fortunate to live in now, we did so much, but he was taken too soon. Dad, you were my hero, you are the dad I strive to be for my sons, what an amazing role model I have, I love you Dad. I love you.