Back in the past when I felt your warm touch, before you died I never missed you much, strung up in the attic on those wooden beams, every time my brain remembers my heart just screams. I look around and see Your All over every wall, Italy, Thailand, Egypt, Nepal. Who could ask for a better dad? I imagine and I don’t think I could have had. Bald and chubby, that’s the way you are, due to bi polar you never went far, depression, excitement and lots of cheer, you promised me at 16 we’d share a beer. Have fun with granddad in the land of gold, I will hug you one day and keep a very firm hold, intelligent and funny, IQ 135, if I could change things you’d still be alive. Rest in peace Antony Dennis Reynolds 1959-2011