As 2011 draws to a close the war goes on Dad. We are still fighting MND.We will never stop fighting in your name. I am working on information to help MNDA help families in the posiiton we were in last year and I have written a letter to request that every family is given the option of donating DNA. We all miss you terribly Dad.We all love you deeply. Good night 2011.

A tribute to Dad from Gillian and Susan Across our lives you have been our anchor holding us steady when the waters have been turbulent, gently rocking us during periods of calm. You have nourished us with unconditional love upon which we have thrived from the moment you cradled us in your arms. You have always been a father of integrity, the voice of patience, reason and sincerity. The dad we could trust and depend upon, share our joys and our troubles with and know we would never be turned away. You are the Dad of understanding and compassion, the Dad of wit and humour, of immense strength and resilience. You are our rock. We have a life time of memories and would like to share two special ones with you today. Gillian It’s Christmas. The local church hall is buzzing with excited anticipation. Your choir’s Christmas Carol concert is about to begin. Tables with white table cloths, run the full length of the hall, overflowing like some Roman feast, with festive food for the interval buffet and every seat in the house is taken. I feel so proud, so privileged. I have a seat on the front row. My legs scarcely touch the floor yet I sense tonight is something special. Your choir are breathtaking. There is adrenalin in the air, I can feel it, and you made it happen. Not just you. Mum is in the wings, supporting you every step of the way. You are a team. The applause is thunderous. This is My Dad they are clapping I realise. I stand to my feet. I am in awe, on the crest of a wave of pride. A night to inspire me forever. Susan It is April, a bright Sunday morning. It is my birthday. Today I am 11 years old. I am coming to the morning service as I do each Sunday. I open the church door greeted by sweet tones from the organ As usual you are up aloft playing, your fingers performing as ballet as they weave their expertise across the keys. I pad softly down the nearest side aisle. I tiptoe beneath the archway of the second storey flooring which houses the organ. I am stopped in my tracks as “Happy Birthday to you” suddenly resonates from the organ, “This is Sunday he can’t be playing party pieces in church” I am rooted to the spot with embarrassment. Relief, a moment later the notes have reverted to the original voluntary. I dare to glance round. No one else has heard, he has so skilfully extemporised. My legs turn to jelly, I sit down and then a moment later a chorus of “Happy Birthday to you “ floods the chancel before melting into the innocuous notes of Bach. I am smiling and I know you are smiling. Only my Dad could give me this salute a personal message of love broadcast publicly yet witnessed privately by only Dad and me. I know I am privileged to have you as my Dad. When 2010 started, we found ourselves are at war, on the frontline with MND. It is your unfailing love for us that has equipped us with our unwavering resolve to be by your side though out this cruel illness. Your war has been our war, your pain shared pain, your torment our torment, our love for you your nutrient. Dad, you will always be our light house. When ever we are in trouble we will ask you what to do and you will guide us all safely in. We love you Dad and thank you for being our father and our friend. May William Edward and Alice take your qualities forward to the next generation. May they carry the message of love, the warmth of friendship, compassion and understanding out into the world and make a difference

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