My fantastic beautiful Dad loved and supported me unconditionally every day of my life. I cannot begin to describe how awful it feels to know that I'll never see him again. He was so brave and strong I don't think any of us really realised just how ill he was. He was out shopping on the Wednesday, ate a big meal of cannilloni with a glass of wine that evening and when I phoned at lunchtime the next day [Thursday] I was told the doctor had been and he had less than a week to live. He died at 9am on the Saturday morning, 29th Sept. Just can't believe it. He lost conciousness Friday evening until just before 9am on Saturday. He opened his eyes for a minute, looked at my Mum, my sister and I, then just closed them and stopped breathing. He touched so many people in so many areas of life. I knew he'd set up a charity day each year at his golf club but it wasn't until one of his friends spoke at his funeral that I learnt he'd raised £140,000 for local charities. That was Dad - he never boasted about his own achievements but gained huge pleasure from anything his family managed.