This morning my Dad passed away whilst on holiday in the South of France with my Mum. We are all devasted. He was the rock in our lives; loving, happy, charming, a real flirt, and capable - he was the best Dad anyone could ever have wished for. I miss him already. My brother and sister are driving down to Mum as we speak, and as I don't have a passport at the minute, I'm holding the fort here. The waiting is the hardest bit. I'm in touch with everybody and yet I feel like I'm doing nothing.
This is how I will always remember him; laughing and happy
How I wish I could have just one more hug from my Daddy.