8 years

My father passed away 8 years ago today. He was a lovely, kind man who treated everybody with the greatest of respect.
He had wanted to attend university and then medical school to become a doctor. Unfortunately times were tough in the depression years and he had to leave school aged 12 to help on his father's farm.
I still miss his considerate, calm and thoughtful approach to life, his wisdom and brilliant knowledge and the fact that he always prioritized the needs of others ahead of his own.