Today it's the fourth anniversary of our dear father's passing.  They say time flies as you get older and in some ways it seems like yesterday that he was here but then at other times he feels a long time since I've had a hug from my Dad.

It was a cold clear winter's morning when we got the call from the hospital that he had taken a turn for the worse.  Maureen and I went straight there and sat with him for a while, before the rest of the family gathered for a while in his room.  A bit later in the morning, just Maureen and I were sitting with him when he peacefully passed and our lives changed forever.  In the past four years so much has happened in so many ways but I've always felt my father's presence helping me through the traumas and smiling with me through the good times - just little signs that he's around guiding and watching over his family.

I wish we'd have been able to take him to see Hairspray - he would have loved it I know.  We were able to take him to see Chitty several times and the smile on his face was always worth the effort of getting him there.  Oh and Les Mis was his favourite - he was always in tears by the time Fantine died!  See - there are lots of memories and I think I can be excused for spending some of today just thinking about Dad's life.