Every Friday, growing up, my Dad would come back from work with a chocolate bar for us all. As soon as he walked through the door he'd give the newspaper to our dog to run around with and distribute the chocolate to my mum, my brother and me. It was a simple gesture, but for some reason it's been a lasting memory for me. It's something that I will do for Kate, Freddie and Jackson - plus India too. He was never known as a fighter, or an optimist, but somehow just kept going for the last 7 years - and the last 7 weeks. Until today. I will miss you Dad. RIP. xxxx