Dear Dad,
Even now, over a year on, I still can’t believe you’re gone.
After all, you were always there for me, my older siblings, Naomi, now 36, and Adam, now 33, and our mum, Christine, now 64.
I can still remember us curling up for you to read me my favourite Rosie and Jim books.
Mostly, though, I remember your love of the outdoors.
A policeman who retired at 52 and then worked for the council, inspecting pathways, you were always out walking or on your motorbike with Mum.
You tried to instil your love of football and golf into me, but I preferred running and cycling. Thankfully, Adam was more willing and he’d go with you to the driving range.
When I got together with John, now 34,…
