My father was a good man. He was always there when you needed him, whether it was to offer advice or practical help. He knew lots of things. He was a good family man. He loved his children and adored my mother. Every day he would get up and bring her a cup of tea in bed. He knew about cars. He loved doing his model aircraft and spent hours and hours on them. He was an active man and loved getting out and about.
It is nine months now since he died and I miss him every day and always will.
He had the Anzac spirit - a good honest Kiwi bloke.
We miss you.