Hi Dad. Whilst searching through my memories I often think about the time when I moved from Wales to Nottingham. You were my rock. Every night I would phone home and pour out my grief about leaving home and not being with you all. Never once thinking how heartbreaking it must have been for you and Mam. You would listen, give some suggestions and always end with a funny story to let me know all would be ok. This gave me the strength for the next day. As you so rightly said time went by and I adjusted to the change. After your stroke and when you and returned home I was able to repay you for those times when you were so strong for me. I remember long involved conversations that went on for hours. Where, at times, you seemed so desperate to make sense of what had happened. They were both heart breaking but rewarding at the same time. You always ended with a smile in your voice and say "thank you my lovely girl". I so loved to hear that. I particularly remember how eloquently you talked about your bowel habits (or should that say the lack of them!).I have no doubt you noticed the smile in my voice too. :-). I remember the day I lost you when you struggled to recognise what a telephone was. I didn't phone any more but replayed all our old conversations (for there had been so many). They will keep me going for along time yet.