Daddy, It’s taken me a few days to write this and I’m still not sure what to say. I think it’s because I’m a bit of a perfectionist (which I get from you), and I want to write the perfect paragraph. But the truth is, you deserve more than a paragraph on a tribute page. But here we are. So I’m going to say thank you, as I didn’t say it enough when you were here. Thank you for always checking my oil and filling up my washer fluid (even though you’d moan that I’d let it get that low in the first place), thank you for always asking me to give you a hug (I’d do anything for one of your big hugs now), thank you for always checking my room for wasps (even though I never let you live down the time there was one in there), thank you for letting me read books to you when I was little (even though you’d always fall asleep), and most of all thank you for making me into the person I am today. I’m still not thanking you for your pale skin though. My car is going to have a lot fewer washes now, but I promise to still keep bird poo on there a bit too long so it can give you something to moan about. I hope you’re enjoying eating all the chocolate, sweets, mini cheddars, and twiglets wherever you may be, without me telling you off. I know the boys keep saying they’ll look after everyone, but let’s face it, we both know I’m the strong one. I’ve got this. All my love doesn’t quite seem enough, Your Fiery Fairy x