Since 2010, October 17th has been a day I have dreaded.
A day I want to pass as quickly as possible.
The day my dad died.
But today on this October 17th I woke to a feeling of immense gratitude. I felt grateful to have had such a wonderful father for more than 40 years. When I closed my eyes I no longer saw the face of a frightened dying man. It had gone. Instead I saw the beaming smile of a man who loved life, his family and especially his wife.
Memory after memory came flooding back and through them all the lessons he had taught me - to see the world through a child's eye; that the simplest things bring the greatest joy and how to score a cricket match and many, many more.
I am grateful that my children got to spend many hours in his company and they have many wonderful memories too.
I am grateful that he got to meet all of his grandchildren.
So today on this October 17th I will no longer mourn his death but instead celebrate the man who knew how to live.