I lost my dad 4 months ago to liver disease. He had been battling with it for a year and a half after being told he only had 6 months to live. My favourite memory was meeting my dad. As he isn’t my biological father, I did get to meet him when my mum was going to take me and my younger brother to meet him at his work. I remember walking up to him and the first thing I remember noticing was his eyes. My dad had deep blue eyes and it felt like you could drown in all the different hues of blue—like an ocean and sky mixed together. He made plenty of jokes that day and it was the start of our 9 year long journey together as a family.

He was the best dad ever and he sacrificed so much for us. He took on the role of our father without a second thought and within 2 years of knowing us he married my mum. I miss him with all my heart and have recently moved out to go to university. I am reminded of his bravery every day and his strength to survive his disease for us and our family. He made me proud and I was proud to be his daughter.

Submitted by Abby Miles in loving memory of her dad, Paul O’Hare