My Daddy Con is my hero. (Feels like I'm in Junior Infants)
I love my Daddy because throughout my life he has truly been the Rock of Gibraltar. Now if you were in trouble, you really don't wanna go to him outta the sheer bollocking you would get but you know you could, you know he'd be there.
He raised 5 kids on his own, used to work ridiculous hours, but every Friday he'd always have a dairy milk and a spot on his lap in front of the telly for me.
We aren't an incredibly touchy feely family but when Ireland won the Grand Slam it was possibly one of the best days of my life, the man gave me a bear hug that meant more to me than a 100 hugs I've received from random people.
He doles out the best relationship advice I've ever heard. Mainly because he has been through his fair share. His best advice is "Hessy, you can't make someone do something they really do not want to do." I always knew something was coming to an end whenever I Wanted to change someone I was with, or they wanted to change me.
When he laughs it's the heartiest thing, the closest comparison I can make is when a toddler giggles uncontrollably and it's just infectious. A jovial, fantastic epic of a man. They call him "The 'Tache."
I raise my milkless coffee to him. (2nd cup, poured sour milk into first one)