My dad was always proud to share his birthday with the historic D-Day landings.
For me the D always stood for 'Dad'.
As I drove to work today and listened on the radio to the stories of the brave men who paid tribute to their fallen comrades, many of whom were young men in their early teens and twenties, it makes me feel grateful that I had him as a dad for 44 years.
But that doesn't mean I don't miss him every day.
Happy Birthday dad, wherever you are.