My Dad was perfect in everyway and exactly that way with everyone who ever met him. A farmer's son who learnt to plough a field behind a horse when he was 10 and learnt to play the piano and ballroom dance before he was 15. He was a wonderful sequence dancer and knew what could grow in any field. He was a sidesman at Church and managed a youth football team, taught all of us how to ride a horse, shoot his shotgun, skin a rabbit, how to put dubbin on our football/hockey boots, taught us to drive, let us drive his tractor when we were 12, brought us all red soil back from Monument Valley and then left us suddenly. Wish I was more like him,