I remember such wonderful times spent in Swains close; chats with your dad over a glass of your mum’s homemade lemonade, playing swing ball with him in the immaculate garden he tendered so carefully, and sitting across the table from him over family meals. Your parents always made me so welcome, my second family. I recall your dad driving us to Dunbar where we enjoyed the caravan holiday and exploring on the beach. In later years I remember him sat patiently waiting to pick us up from youth club or school discos, nothing was ever too much trouble, as long as we were safe. More recently we enjoyed bringing in the New Year with him over the odd dram or two of his favourite whisky. There were a few sore heads the next morning but your dads was not one of them. More recent thoughts are about the times we were alone for stolen conversations. He shared how he was so very thankful to you both for the love, care and time you spent with him, saying he was very blessed.