Harry was just Dad to me and I miss him so much. I have so many memories. My Dad was born John Henry Oliver on 31/12/29. When I was a child he told me everybody celebrated his birthday, how was I to know it was new years eve. He was the youngest of 4 children, one sister and two brothers. He married my mum in 1957 and I was born in 1958, they went on to have my sister and then my brother. Nearly all of my memories sre happy ones as he was a dad full of fun, very hard working and adored his family. He probably loved us to much, he found it very hard to let go of us, it caused many an argument. When we all married he had more of us to worry about and then when his grandchildren came along even more. He adored his grandchildren but had an extra special bond with his oldest grandaughter Jill. Whenever he saw her his smile light up a room and the feeling was mutual.