My Dad died yesterday morning at around 6. It wasn’t exactly a shock – he was 92, had dementia, COPD and a leaky heart valve. But it still rocked my world.

He was a brilliant man whose mind was taken from him by a horrible disease. Anyone who’s loved a dementia patient can tell you that it’s not something you would wish on anyone, much less someone you love.

The last time I saw him was on Friday. I visited him at the hospice, stroked his forehead, told him that we loved him and missed him. I thanked him for being my Dad. I swear by all I hold dear that his breathing changed almost immediately. 20 hours later he was gone.

I love you Daddy, and will miss you until the day we meet again.