My Dad. Always my total hero! He's always been there whenever I needed him and I'd often phone him just for a chat or to download my day. He'd always listen and offer good advice (well, mostly!). He encouraged me and my sister to do what we wanted to do, but to be happy and vaguely sensible..."don't do what I wouldn't do" was his mantra. I'm not sure how much that ruled out! As kids, I remember all the holidays where he'd lob us around the pool, bury himself in the sand. Then he decided we should all learn to ski, so off we went for our first family holiday on the slopes. Much hilarity and a skill which both Anna and I still enjoy and will hopefully teach our children. He was always cheerful, loved being around other people and liked a joke. Even when we were in 'awkward teenage' phase he would, annoyingly, manage to get us to raise a smile. We have lived with the MND/FTD diagnosis for the last 5 years and it's been a tough road to travel. But every time Dad was given a prognosis, he stuck a virtual finger up at it and ploughed on through. This meant he got to spend time with all his grandchildren and the rest of his friends and family and we will cherish those moments. So now it's time for him to rest after his arduous battle and boy will we miss him, but there's no chance of forgetting him, he lives on through all of us and if we can create half the memories he did for our kids, then we'll have done a good job. I love you Dad, you are the best. Enjoy your pint and keep an eye on the rest of us down here. Sarah xxx