My dad was a caring, kind and loving man who would do anything for our family. After being diagnosed with lung cancer around three years ago, he passed away on Good Friday earlier this year, a few weeks after his 70th birthday. He was one of the unlucky few that succumbed to the disease having never smoked.
He was an ever present influence in my life and I will never forget the moments we shared together. He really did live for the family and I will be forever thankful.
This picture was taken at a gallery after Christmas, 2015, only months before his passing. Here, he stands looking contemplative and thoughtful. Most of all, however, I love the photo because he was being himself.
Dad, I will never forget you.