It seems strange writing out his full name up there as, to me, he was just... Dad.
The pertinent facts are these : Dad had been suffering from Alzheimer's for the past few years and, after falling and enduring a stroke last week, he spent the last few days of his astounding life surrounded by those he loved and those who loved him. He was peaceful and calm at the end of the day on Friday - opened his eyes, lifted up his hands to greet those around him one final time and then slipped away.
He was probably the most generous, kind-hearted and selfless person I have ever had the privilege of knowing and loving and those who knew him, or even just had a passing acquaintance with him, would attest to this. He would help out anyone and would offer conversation and friendship to all. If this makes him sound like some kind of hero then, really, it's because that's what he was to me, my brothers and his grandchildren.
There are countless memories of my Dad and my brothers and I know that we're immensely lucky to have had a Dad about whom we can sit back, laugh, smile and remember fondly. If I have inherited only half of his personality and character attributes then I'm a very rich man, indeed.