Dad You are my Superman, what ever illness they chucked at you even when the doctors didn't know what was causing it you came out fighting. We nearly lost you a couple of times once to a tablet that flat lined you and you still came back to us, once to a lung infection that shut down all you organs and put you in a coma but no you came back to us i think they should of called you Zebedee. But just like Superman you had  your kryptonite and even tho you wanted to beat it, it wasn't to be. Through it all you still kept your humour and love for your family.  The thing I miss the most at the moment is your bear hugs and telling me it will all be OKAY. Love you Dad X