How do you pay tribute to a man such as my Dad? How can I begin when in beginning I have to acknowledge what has happened and I can't. How can I sum up 95 years in a few words? He loved me when I loved him. He loved me when I broke him. He made me laugh. Now he makes me cry. His history was amazing, his smile was uplifting, his touch was comforting, his advice was spot on.

If I asked him what he would lime me to write, he'd say "Put what you like, your Mother's drunk."

So, Dad, I believe Mum was there waiting to greet you, hold you, tell you it's about time you got there, and as you turn to continue your new journey, Andrew takes your hand too, and says "Come on Dad."

You three have a lot to talk about.