You never really appreciate the sacrifice and effort that is being a parent until you become one, although I think we always knew we’d lucked out with ours. Dad was funny, caring, hard working, loyal to his family. He taught us right from wrong but always in a calm way; I never once saw him lose his temper. He was a policeman with 20 years’ service – a beat Bobby, an ‘enthusiastic’ police driver, a community officer in the full sense of the word. In his spare time he ran a youth club, fixed his cars and pretty much all those of our friends, taught advanced motoring, marshalled at car rallies, helped at our schools and could talk for England, to anyone, anywhere. As a dad, friend, husband and, later, Gramps, he was the sort of person we knew we knew we could rely on, the sort of person the world needs more of, the person we all loved. The fact that Lewy Body Dementia robbed him of many of these traits and us of the man we knew doesn’t detract from what he brought to the world and our family. I wish it had been different, but through his illness we encountered the kindness of strangers, learnt so much, and saw strength, devotion and love from Mum (Sue) that went way beyond anything words can describe. We miss you Dad. We loved the husband, dad, friend, Gramps, policeman, colleague, youth worker and brother you were, and we loved the man that eventually succumbed to this cruel illness. Thanks for everything and Happy Father’s Day!