Few people were as full of life as my Dad.  His exploits in his late 70s earned him the monikor of Wonderdad.  Yet just over two years after I started blogging, he was gone.

In my mind he is still sitting at a table in the hospice, working on another project on his MacBook as the autumn sun slants through the windows, just as he was during the last week that I spent with him.  Here are some of my other memories..

Adventures in the snow:

His last visit to Dublin:

Good wine and better conversation:

When we knew that time was running out:

Five things you should know about him:

A final precious week:

The End:

On trying to move on:


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