Wednesday 5th October
Seven years ago today, my father passed away from pancreatic cancer.
Here is a little of his story that I wrote last year.
Hank was a big part of our lives every summer when we visited America and the islands, and stayed on his yacht. Starting in 1994 when we went to Bermuda, to Tobago, the Virgin Islands, the Keys, through to 2009 (when he passed away) in North Myrtle Beach, South Carolina; we always had great adventures.
I hope you and your grandfather meet up for a laugh, a hug, and a long chat about all the good times you spent together.
Frank and Hank.
My son and my father.
Miss you both.
Love you forever.