A tribute to a dear friend from the formative years of my early to mid twenties, by one of his daughters, of whom he was immensely proud.
Since my dad passed away three weeks ago, I’ve been trying to find ways to begin a tribute. A straightforward obituary would feel impersonal, one step removed from a Wikipedia entry. At the other end of the spectrum, writing about my own grief would be impossible at this stage. So much has been shattered and I’m not sure how the pieces will settle.
This being the case, I’m going to attempt something midway between the two, exploring something about who he was and the nature of our relationship. I can’t pretend that what follows will do him justice. But maybe I can capture some of my immediate thoughts about him, at a time when little else is on my mind.
My dad, Nick Millar, was born on 20th September 1958 and died on 17th November 2018. His death (a cardiac arrest) was sudden and unexpected, and occurred while…
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