my grumpy old man, my wonderful dad
My dad passed away on 24th May 2012 after a courageous, stubborn and typically bloody minded battle with liver failure. My dad was the most intelligent, brave and kind person I have ever known. I am honoured to have had him as father, there to provide an example of how determination and self belief can carry you far. He was so loved by so many people and that is a testament to how truly special he was and still is.
Dad was so brave throughout, showing concern for others above himself, even into his final days. I remember a childhood of being told wonderful stories, adventures exploring, singing over the tops of beer bottles in the garden and playing with dad's hair for hours. As I grew older I came to appreciate my dad even more, knowing that he would be the first to tell me that I was wrong but would support me regardless. I can still hear his voice saying ' I am proud of you, you know, very proud' and ' you are a high flier'
Dad and I could, and did spend hours and hours together, talking, debating or even sitting ignoring each other with our heads in books! We could argue dramatically and forget it in seconds, ending with me groaning at one of his awful and long winded jokes and eating chinese together- yuk sung and Singapore chow neon in particular.
There are too many things about my fantastic dad that I adored to put here. He was the best support, the most interesting companion and master of the cryptic quiz and obscure wordplay. Thank you dad, for all the love, care and comfort.
Dad, I miss you all the time, I always will. I carry you everywhere with me and I will never be able to eat a samosa, hear the moody blues/ the kinks/ mike old field , smell the smoke from a b and h cigarette, see a beautiful garden/ strange clock/ terry prattchett book or touch a beautiful, tactile object without yearning to share it with you. Enjoy being free now dad, explore the world unhindered and please visit me in my dreams.
Go with the wind dad, I love you.
Your kika xxxxx