My Dad has suffered a bit of a setback of late. He suffered a heart-attack back in 2000, had a stent inserted the following year and another five years later. This time, having had an angiogram on 24 August, they didn’t allow him to go home. Instead, he’s awaiting bypass surgery, likely to take place this coming week in Leeds.
My Dad is without doubt the biggest and most important inspiration in my life. He is selfless, solid, utterly dependable and is, with a single exception that I’m aware of, the most morally upstanding person I know. His sense of humour resonates beautifully, while his advice is always valuable, always valued.
Without him saying so, I know that he loves me. And he cannot hold back his effusiveness in showing his love for our daughter, his grand-daughter. She means the world to him.
I love my Dad—unconditionally. And I wish him all the best in the days and weeks to come.