Roger Horn

I still can't believe I am writing this. It has now been a week since my Dad died. A week of shock, sadness, denial, anger (at Covid), regret, crying, and reflection. The wind in my sails and best friend had been taken from me in an instant. I never got to hold his hand in his last days or tell him he was my inspiration in life. I never got to say Happy Birthday today. There is no denying or sugar coating, this last week has been hard for me. As each day passes by now, I am slowly learning to accept his death and the grief that clouds over me. I am learning to find joy in the memories I have of him and reflect on the great man he was and the legacy he has left behind. People often say I look and behave a lot like my Dad. This may be true, but I can only hope that one day I am able to be as unselfish, caring, humble, appreciative, genuine, non-judgemental, and disciplined as we all know he was. I feel there are no further words needed for my Dad as I am sure all of us who were lucky enough to have known him, know what kind of a man he was. Someone who started with very little and created so much. Someone who was always there for others in need, no matter who. Somone who treated everyone equally. Someone who prepped us up when we felt down. Someone who loved his family and friends. Someone who has made us cry so much this past week. Someone who has left us with many happy memories to cherish and find joy forever on. Love to you all. Stay safe, hug your loved ones, and thank you so much for making my Dad happy. Happy 75th Birthday Dad!