Sadly I have had good reason.
Just two days prior returning home to England after our epic, and literally 'life changing' tour of America I received a call from my brother whilst in my hotel room in New York City to say that our Father had passed away suddenly and unexpectedly on the 5th July - he was 78 years old. He had died peacefully at home in his favourite armchair with a glass of red wine in his hands watching a World-Cup soccer match. He loved football more than any other sport. What a way to go eh!
My Dad was a daily devoted reader of our Blog and never missed a post and by all accounts it bought him great pleasure to see his youngest child realising a life's dream. His last comment via my FaceBook page was on the 2nd of July, it simply read "You've done it son, well done to everybody." It has been a great comfort to me to know that he watched and read in detail the three months of our adventure across possibly the most beautiful country on the planet; A country he never got round to visiting even though he travelled extensively throughout Europe. My Dad was many things, but above all he was a man of service to his community, including becoming the Mayor of his home town during his 56 years in public service roles. What an example he set, and a challenge he leaves his four children.
Like my 13,000 mile ride across America he will never be forgotten.