It was a very long time ago…yet, not so long that I cannot remember. He was always laughing and funny and he always was up to some mischief. There was no such thing as doing things one way or another. There was only the way to get things done and have as much fun as possible, or learn as much as possible whilst doing it. He was small, tiny. Short. But full of happiness. He brought happiness wherever he went. I remember he used to tell me stories about him going to school, his teacher asked him to stand up and he did. And then the teacher said, “I asked you to stand up!!!”

And my father said simply….”I am.”

He has always existed and even though he’s gone now, he will always still….be here with me.