i call him Daddy as in my 73 year old mind that is what he is.  My Daddy didn’t live long enough for me to call him Dad he was only 34 when he died and i was only 8. My Grandparents were so proud of him proud of his service in the RAF during WW2 and afterwards joining the Police Force and rising quickly through the ranks.  MyGrandfather would recall that when Ian was little he ran to meet his father from work shouting we’ve been buggled    Too little to be able to say burgled Grandpa would laugh when he told that story then he would shed a quiet tear.  A son, a Husband a Father so very. Loved so greatly missed.