My dad died in January. It meant a first trip to Jamaica, meet by brother for the first time and caught up with a lot of family history. It was good to find out a lot that had been missing and I should have done it a long time ago. You do learn about things through life. I built a wall in my heart and a block in my head about my dad. I felt that he had left me or was a bit of a myth. I was told when I was younger that my father was a barrister. This I did not believe. It was conditioning, how could a black man be a barrister ? This was against type. However, as i grew, I got to know more about my father. He cared in his own way, was proud of his children and most of all influenced me more than I know. Hand on heart there was and is a lot of love within all of this. And this is for you.