Dad, so many memories, what can I say?
As a child going on our annual family holiday to the West Country, waking up at what seemed like the middle of the night just so that we had a head start to beat the caravans! Having my own special seat made with a cushion on top of the central console.
Taking me for one of my first driving lessons, stalling the car at a set of traffic lights causing a queue of 'not so patient' drivers behind, you staying amazingly calm when I wasn’t, telling me to concentrate and ignore them.
Seeing you laughing with hysterics watching your favourite programme "Last of the Summer Wine", with tears rolling down your face.
I am so proud to call you my Dad, I will miss you terribly.
All my love, Caroline x