I know that I have used this blog to talk about my cancer fight, to put all the highs and lows, the good and the bad, down on paper (so to speak) and out of my head but tonight I am using it for something slightly different, although it is still connected. Tonight, I am using it to tell you about one of the most amazing people I have ever known. This is someone who has supported me in all my crazy plans and schemes, who taught me to talk (yes he is to blame), to walk, to ride a bike, to drive a car, who taught me physics and maths (both of which I am awful at). He showed me how to fight for what was important, to stand up for the voiceless, how to be stubborn and pig-headed, how to laugh and cry. He taught me that following your dream was one of the most important things you can ever do, but loving and being loved, was by far and away the most important. He is the man that has stood beside me all of my life, picked me up when I fell and told me I was being an idiot when I was (see he was also very strong and brave). He has driven me to my appointments, fought my corner, supported me on my ministry journey – after all who does not want to just work one day a week ;o) I hate that my leukaemia took so much. not just from me but from the time mum and dad had together over the last few years, but I am so glad that we got home when we did and have had the last few months together as a fantastic, loud, aggressive, opinionated, loving, laughing and caring family. My dad taught me so much but I am not sure he taught me how to get by without him but as of yesterday I am going to have to try. Oh I know I am going to make mistakes, I am going to do things that would have driven him crazy but I am also going to try to find a way to be the person he saw in me, and if I can be even half the person he was then I think I will be doing ok.